Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
StanWill
Vocals
Lyrics
Better not think I'm—
****
Better not think I'm sweet, you know that SIG sour
Well connected through this bitch like I got six routers
I find it funny I ain't got no rich doubters
He think I ain't touchin' money? He must sniff powder
If that's your ho, why she can never keep my dick out her?
Slide with ghost guns and Tommies like this shit Power
Play in Cali, I'm at LAX in six hours
You don't think I got that lemon squeeze? You could lulu
Cuddy like that pendant, he gon' treat 'em like he Nunu
Both pockets Crippin', but the coffee cup on Suwoo
Unc' sellin' Cocoa Puff to tweakers goin' cuckoo
Playin' with that shit, but it ain't doo doo
Hit an oppy bitch and scratch it off my to-do
Too many bitches with us, had to pull up two coupes
In the field truckin' ****, we don't do jukes
All this dog shit, I think I need some Huggies
When I shop in Neiman Marcus, bitch, I need a buggy
Pockets bustin' out the seams, shit, I need a duffy
I could never need a ho, I only need the money
She gave you the runaround, she gave me the sucky
How she jumpin' to conclusions, my bitch need a bungie
Threw some boogers in my pendant, bitch, I need it runny
Reach for this, I bet a .223'll reach his skully
With some bad shit in some fast shit
Rosetta couldn't teach you how to talk this cash shit
What you make a year ain't even worth my last lick
Want the Owens that I'm rockin'? Gotta ask Rick
Made him 360, hit him with that lag switch
He can't get his L's, bro be on that crash shit
Was a ho still a ho? Bitch, your past dick
Asked her what she liked about me, your ho grabbed dick
Call a UAV, locate the oppies on my satellite
All my **** eatin', lookin' like you ain't got no appetite
When you gettin' to it, it's some shit you gotta sacrifice
Blicky got a flash, funny how he caught him at the light
Better not think I'm—
****
Better not think I'm sweet, you know that SIG sour
Well connected through this bitch like I got six routers
I find it funny I ain't got no rich doubters
He think I ain't touchin' money? He must sniff powder
If that's your ho, why she can never keep my dick out her?
Slide with ghost guns and Tommies like this shit Power
Play in Cali, I'm at LAX in six hours
