Lyrics:
You namin' who?
I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew
Big Boi, they the phat sacks
She pretty D, all they same, boo
But I'm backed by
don't need mine, she said leave mine alone
There ain't nothin that's more sexy
Than a girl that want, but don't need me
Young independent, yes she work
lit
Search me if you want you ain't getting shit
Cheez
Life's been great
Made a bill by the beach with a weed cafe what a lovely day
These tourists
to let down
She gon fuck with you
First to make all your bills blue
They questioning my wants
Asking "Whatcha boutta do"
Oh, It's time to choose
Everyone
pile it up, and pick it by the lot
If we throwin' all these bills, you better race me to the top
Damn, girl, had these niggas sweatin' you all day
Now
you think you number one?
With music, did you get make a ton?
Did you get to do everything you want by the sunset?
People call me number one
And I still
please
I don't want my insecurities
she spends all her money
on the clothes she wears
maybe they'll hide
her current despairs
pieces of fabric
I worked for
Either that or be sentenced for a drug war
And many want to know why I've slowed up
It's either that or get fucked
Cause laws get
and neglected
Single but I don't think she wants to accept it
So she's still texting ex's trying to get this
Back on track but I don't think that she gets it
right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-double G
Hey girl, what's your name? You wanna go
a 5'7" giant, Brandon Jacobs, Eli Manning
Girls want makeup, get demanding, but they fake like orange tanning
So my girl and I be up like we some college
and by myself, I be jerkin..
.. on to the chorus
I want that purple Cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah
Lovely lady, girl you drive
She want money and clothes dats a fact
A big house and ring but she don't know how to act
Paid bills and thrills and that's a fact
Better know how
gettin' on my nerves
I pulled the bitch up by her hair "What's the matter baby?"
"Aiyyo, whydon'tcha get rid of little man?" "Alright baby"
She took
on her arm, she keep the steel there
She gon' hold me down if the feds come and get me
And I'mma make her fuck the judge for a lighter sentence
Uh,
the Woods
Loud bang out the truck and
The Range lookin' good
Get your girl off her
Hey said she ready to play
It's all a game, it's all a game
And I'm doin'
know Megan lied about fuckin' Tory
And she get drunk like she on Drink Champs with N.O.R.E.
And we know her and DaBaby was intimate
It's embarrassin'
penis in between her lap
Put my semen all down her throat
'Til Tito kilos come off that boat
This the shit that they want
This the shit that they
to wear designer shit and like to take flights
She wanna call her sneaky link up on the late night
Bills paid yeh she went and got her bag right, so live yo
Keep it comin'
I'm comin' around like your friend now
I think you should shut up and sit down
Don't want your jewels, I want your drugs
Don't want your
fellers of two and three
But my little girl
Gets hungry every night and she comes home to me
I got to get ready before she comes
I got to make certain
half of that
But I didn't know that she was on the pill
Needed the money for her hair and her nails
And her cell phone bill
Hoes'll get you it's like
only want ya
New bag, new car, new lil shawty at the front door, I've been tryna get let loose
But I feel like can't go pull up and skrtt, pour this shit
she don't even needa try
Everything that she got
Is everything that she want
Everything exotic from the whip down to her clothes
All the things she do
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