I walk in the booth and I pour out my soul Sold all these P´s to buy diamonds and gold
If we talkin´ G, then I´m fittin´ the mold Bitch I´m the shit just like I´m a commode You comin´ home with me, baby, come on What´s all that hate for, lil´ nigga? Come on I swear your silhouette turnin´ me on Turn them bags on my artists, they get that shit gone These niggas ain´t ballin´, they injury-prone Had to cut this bitch off, she keep callin´ my phone I make her scream, I make her moan I put the 2.5 inside of a cone Got her wet like a yacht on the beach in Miami You still see her ass through them pants and they baggy Got that pack on the way, I just checked on the trackin´ My bitch on the way, she gon´ give me some action
Yeah, I´m on Rodeo, I just seen LeBron I swear I feel better with you in my arms I know for sure that the world in my palms I´m burnin´ on pressure, that shit make me calm She love watchin´ me spit on the mic and make songs I love watchin´ her frolic around in a thong Yes, it´s true, Money Man is a king like I´m Kong I´m stayin´ sharp like the sword and the stone Fly as hell, you know I´m fly like a drone All my hoes sexy, they bad to the bone I lift niggas up, I don´t put niggas on 800 bucks for an ounce of cologne I swear she conceited and no, I can´t blame her She all ´bout her business and no one can change her I trap in the projects, that shit be so dangerous
These niggas be crossin´, that shit got me angry I turned down the show, the promoter was janky I just met a hacker and he had me thinkin´ A nigga want smoke then I´m leavin´ him stankin´ I don´t shoot the breeze but I will shoot this rifle I be flippin´ them whips, I just got me a title She come to the spot and give head like a visor I don´t have a budget, I don´t need advisors
Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh
I walk in the booth and I pour out my soul Sold all these P´s to buy diamonds and gold If we talkin´ G, then I´m fittin´ the mold Bitch I´m the shit just like I´m a commode You comin´ home with me, baby, come on
What´s all that hate for, lil´ nigga? Come on I swear your silhouette turnin´ me on Turn them bags on my artists, they get that shit gone These niggas ain´t ballin´, they injury-prone Had to cut this bitch off, she keep callin´ my phone I make her scream, I make her moan I put the 2.5 inside of a cone Got her wet like a yacht on the beach in Miami You still see her ass through them pants and they baggy Got that pack on the way, I just checked on the trackin´ My bitch on the way, she gon´ give me some action
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