Lyrics:
Can't predict the moment
Really I just go in
Thinking that I know but I don't
Did you notice
I be zoning
Listen to Frank ocean
Add some emotion
She can succ the bullet out a smith and wesson ho you nasty
Finnesse baby bring that cash in
You can tell she fucc you bacc by the way she dancin
Put yo
mind
Now I can understand friends who want to tell me
They think they're gonna help me, open up my eyes
But the play by play makes me want to lose
paisley robes
Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the window
The cashier was scared, she asked for my info
The manager arrived with two guards,
because I got no point to prove
I'm going to steal her heart but she just wants to steal my shoes
That just goes to show that they don't always play by
off
She shakin' her ass, call me when she get off
Took half a mil' for my lil' bro to get out
That new Richard Mille made me feel like a boss
Feel
Wake up in a bad mood get your face fucked, make bucks, like a drag Queen Bitch I stay tucked, got a bad bitch bad bitch and she laced up, you
Peppermint take a pic Armani I was fresh as f*ck
Better yet drum it add sum rounds so just don't test ya luck
Measurement ion need a scale cause she
'Member when I used to sag my pants everywhere I go
Bitch you know I'ma show my ass everywhere I go
Now, she callin' me on speed dial, wanna re-trial
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
opinions
Well educated and she got the strap
On the road to riches, bitch I can rewrite the map
Still stuffin' money in a minivan
200 acres, goofy I just
Imma glide on the beat
Throw some money up that's what I wanna see
We ain't shakin' hands, bitch I barely wanna meet
Shawty shell-shocked, she was
Hey Fellaz! Can I get a soul clap?
Hey ladies! Can I slap that lower back?
Let the beat drop!
Hey yo shorty's off tha bar hook
Shakin that ass
She
and
The streets don't jock him
And it ain't nuttin poppin, it ain't poppin
And if the walls ain't shakin
And your pockets ain't breakin
Then it ain't no fakin, you
you wanna be famous, get rich, come lambo
Gotta get courageous, take a risk, go scramble
Niggas be hatin' with the hurt they can't channel
That's why
a pass, labeled a dirt bag
By the minute, hearts I broken and women I hurt bad
Might I add Christian Dior and fur jackets
A part of the pack, but still
Shawty shakin ass drop it low for the camera
We could go all night lets work on our stamina
Pullin out her iPad she put me in her planner
Cuz shawty
fake thugs
Start acting like Stans
You'll never make your move cuz
You lackin the fans
I been illin' since I had
A backpack full a cans
You see life pass
So I add her to my hall of fame here
Bet your man can't do it like this (tell the truth girl)
Bet your man can't do it like this (its all on you
shake, shake, shakin' all that ass
Now she got me throwin' hundos
Puerto Rican bitch, bad as hell, she bonito
Say she's antisocial, but she's really just
she gotta do is forget about art
Shakin' their fingers but I'm holdin' steady
Goin' bout my bi'ness I'll wait till they're ready
Keeping my truth
began to roar
She was movin' that girl was shakin'
She was groovin' round and round
Goin' to my head that's when I said:
Hey, baby, won't you dance with
I'm not tha baddest
I walk in da club and she wobble and shakin'
I wanna take her to the house
So a playa can start breakin'
In her muthafuckin' back,
Philly we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin' her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real
She be pushin', pop vessel,
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