歌词

Let's get it, let's go Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye Head so good it gave me an epiphany Swallowed my children but she wasn't kidding, G Niggas calling me broke is you kidding me? What you sayin' nigga you my enemy? I can never lose, let these women choose I can't help it that these women into me And I got that nigga sick to his stomach Cause I put that dick up in her kidney! Where yo racks at? I got plenty Niggas hatin' it be sickening! Nigga started with me like Chris Rock Got the Smith-and on me so i'm finishing (hey!) Can't count that money no more Put it on the scale that bitch gon' weigh You an obstacle, got a choppa full, bet it get you out the way It's funny cause she used to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed It's funny cause she used to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed It's funny cause they used to play with him, now that boy gettin' paid Niggas hatin' for free, they pay me a fee Every time a post gets made Step out the crib, these hoes get cray I'm runnin' to cash, they runnin' to me I'n gettin' this bag, it's something to see Ain't textin' her back, I leave her on seen Way too many racks, they buss out my jeans That pistol play tag, it made that boy freeze Niggas throwin' salt, it made the boy sneeze Never goin' sad, I fuck her with ease Never really had, niggas really mad I been in my bag like wallet & keys Finna take my ass to the mall & spazz Ain't no point in stashin' all of this cheese Bitch i'm on my grind, i been feelin' rad Dunkin on they ass, i'm ballin' in jeans You ain't talkin' bread? Ain't talkin' to me You ain't givin' head? I'm not givin' D Yo grand mama love me she 'bout 70 She gon' make sure I eat Ya boy been copying me, where's your I.D.? I don't wanna tap twice, this not IG (hey) Can't count that money no more Put it on the scale that bitch gon' weigh You an obstacle, got a choppa full, bet it get you out the way It's funny cause she used to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed It's funny cause she used to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed It's funny cause they used to play with him, now that boy gettin' paid Niggas hatin' for free, they pay me a fee Every time a post gets made Step out the crib, these hoes get cray I'm runnin' to cash, they runnin' to me I'n gettin' this bag, it's something to see Ain't textin' her back, I leave her on seen
Writer(s): Mathieu Muyumba, Javier Mercado, Vladislav Mamaev Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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