Lyrics:
a racky
She do it nasty she wanna pull into Walmart and fuck in the backseat
This ain’t a taxi get out the passenger shorty I ain’t got time for you bitches
the game
Milly rocking when I walk in the bank
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't got time for y'all pussy ass niggas right now, man
Yeah
homework answers
now she can't seem to leave me alone. Man I got Fendi on, I skipped Vlone
He trying to be like me, man he a clone
I think my Mac is broken
posing topless
She said
Try this, my name's Iris
I'm from Cypress, half black and half Irish, uh
I got a man, but he beats me
Don't know how
tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out
Yes, I was impressed, by the sex in her ass
W-U-I-S her, Versacci, down like Fran, dress
the car lot, got a new toy (skrrt)
I got a backpack full of blue boys (stacks)
On the way to Eliantte in New York (ice)
Man, I got a trunk full of blue
Everyday touching money got perfect attendance
Don't know what I'm wearing shoes mason Margiela
Boy I'm touching paper some like a professor
You gone hear
little niggas got more money than you fuck niggas man, I promise
I got so much, quarter million, little nigga I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat I
then she gets plenty more, uhh
repeat Chorus One
(Guru)
Uhh
Watchin her drivin by, in her new whip so fly
Wish she could sing me a lullaby,
grind she fit run a man down
Steady on her grind double chasing paper
Money on my mind double chasing paper
DTR
Grab her by the throat then you know she's
the paper with us
No Funny shit
If I got it family got it too
First you hated on the click
Now they fucking with us
You just running up ya gigs
When we
a fool to fall in lust with this evil ge-nius
She had me by the nuts
She ain't got shit but man she loves it plush
Whippin I whip, and suckin up I
like a mason 2 hoes door locked
Boy I'm good on the turn you ain't even tryna visit
40 got my pants hanging like i shitted my britches
Man a bitch will
the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke white Mercedes
My new bitch, she a waitress, strip club is a trap
Stick my dick in her pussy when she come sit
the man)
My pole tucked, six paths
You could walk if it "Blam!" ("Blam!")
Pullin' straps out like I got Susanoo hands
(Like I got Susanoo hands)
You hear
that we intended to do
I bet she's hoping my intentions are true
And as months went by we both got into it, and intimate
And I'ma spare you
dies (Yeah)
Baby girl why you call me sus, I ain't even among us
Got me all depressed, can't wait to get hit by a bus
My girl said I was cool
Got
a sand which
My mans knock ya off da planet
No homo but she on the sack Von Miller
Tj Dizzle Sno got a whole lotta killers
I just called up Antonio
I just might hop inside a cab today (skrt)
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (aye)
When I bend the corner man, the rims bent (bent)
Burberry guts
their mother
I saw her when she came out, she was gettin' some Pampers
They said it was for the black man
They said it was for the Mexican, and not for
First spot we hit it was my liquor store
I finally got all that alcohol I can't afford
With red lights flashin', time to retire
And then we turned that
dollars
Then it don’t make sense
Dog by any means necessary I Need those chips
So if you got it good
It better be straight
Time is money ask Flava Flav
I
bitch! Got a boo boo!
Leave me fuckin 'lone
Been by myself today, yeah
I'ma ascend to another world
I think I'll be okay, yeah
I tried to get in contact
waste your breath
I been stop fuckin' you thots, ain't got no patience left
Save that shit for one of them niggas that rock the fake Pateks
My paper
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