RiRi
2Time & I.G STR
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Just needed some time that’s all I need I knew all along you’d pack and leave I told you I’m high don’t hit my phone But f*ck it I’m drunk drunk drunk drunk (Woah) Bentley Speeding After I f*ck I’m leaving Bitch I’m road come meet me Girl we on the phone quit cappin' stop teasing Late night-- Got freaky Bad bitch she look like RiRi Can’t wife the bitch she needy Diamonds on my neck always drippin' like squeegee Pressure, VV See her once don’t wanna leave Car gonna start with no key 22 for half a B (Woah) Been all over the seas, shows, and in the traps getting dough Don’t get close-- Came in a all white ghost Still move bricks on the low Leaving the crib with the pole Go to your hoe Just to go give her some dope Molly keep her on a nigga and-- My pockets keep getting thicker Been ballin' trappin' and singing 10 bitches wanna keep me Pouring a pint now I’m leaning Cash came in I ain’t kidding Bentley Speeding After I f*ck I’m leaving Bitch I’m road come meet me Girl we on the phone quit cappin' stop teasing Late night-- Got freaky Bad bitch she look like RiRi Can’t wife the bitch she needy Diamonds on my neck always drippin' like squeegee Just needed some time that’s all I need I knew all along you’d pack and leave I told you I’m high don’t hit my phone But f*ck it I’m drunk drunk drunk drunk All of these bitches they going insane Fucking that bitch and I don’t her name Call me if you tryna f*ck cause I know that you bad and you know I ain’t playing these games Diamonds on me girl I cannot come over to f*ck all this money got me in a dream Pulled up in a BMW Nigga I’m going insane 30 I keep on my hip had to pull the shit out I put 23 shots on his block My money weigh 'bouta tonne I put molly in fun all my bitches they count all my ones Talk of the town I’m the shit Got these lil niggas pissed cause I’m first and they know I'm the one I pop these niggas zits I don’t know how quit Elliot talk to my wrist I gotta drum for a jit Ain’t gonna quit Till I got 10 Lamborghinis And your hoe wanna see me She want semen Because I got a ring Paid all cash for the green I’m on lean I need money to leave Still got fiends 40 came with a beam Walk in leave with a Ki Ball up a T And then smoke your whole team Your hoe pullin' my jeans Polo T-- Balenciaga the feet STR I’m clean Filling arenas Got your hoe in a beam My wife hope ion leave her Now she in love with the dealer Free all the goons and the hitters My dawgs are going from a Stolo to that Bently Moved soft by that building Can’t stop, if they want smoke then we gon' slide and deal it All the opps gon' feel it Roll him like a philly After I f*ck her I’m leavin'
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Written by: Isaac Gamble, Vincent Dombokah
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