And I wish I could fly a jet with her, and have sex with her (shit) All the Instagram hoes in the world (the world) Yeah my nigga the world, in the world (shit) I wish I could smoke a blunt with her and maybe fuck with her Be in the cut with somebody that won´t run to my girl No no, no no, don´t tell my girl, uh, tell my girl, yeah
I said it´s too much dough to be hurt, yeah I don´t know what I´m worth, yeah I´ve been broke since my birth, yeah Too much hoes in my search, yeah I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah
I hope you grippin´ what you love
´Cause they coming to steal your joy How come every time we function, they tellin´ us kill the noise? Why the fuck my baby mama keep sayin´ I´m still a boy? Find your bliss in the abyss and it prolly could fill the void I´m sayin´, boy, I ain´t touch my ceiling That´s prolly from effort givin´ Searching for better livin´, that shit come from repetition I feel I´ve been less efficient, I feel I´m too pressed for bitches Keep saying "F them niggas," but still ain´t address it with em´ You stressin´ when it´s
Too much dough to be hurt, yeah
I don´t know what I´m worth, yeah I´ve been broke since my birth, yeah Too much hoes in my search, yeah I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah
Now if your pockets been low and your shit was all bad Now your bitches all mad, ´cause you gettin´ to the bag Put your hands up, yo yo All my niggas put your hands up Ladies, now if your beauty still glow and you got a dark past And you know that you got class Then go ´head and shake your ass Put your hands up, ladies, all my ladies put your hands up