She want my love but i don't really got the time for it
Plenty racks, Goyard, it can't fit in the tom fords
Uh, niggas hate we on the rise i let the time show it
Baby you can bip with me you know whatever mine yours
When we get back home you know it's bout to go down
Uh, I been working out i just lost me a few pounds
Seventeen that's my gym bro' we lose pounds together
Call lor teej that's my gen bro' cuz we got matching hammers
Uh, And we build it up
Let off a hunnit fill it up
Brodie he just copped a automatic he feeling justin tuck
I'm not a gangster but if you swing dem boys gon hit you up
Remember i was broke and cold hearted the money zipped me up
That boy got hit in the middle of the holiday
That's just a couple bucks
That boy got hit and i don't know what to say
Cuz i really don't give a f*ck
Switch it up, slow down cuz that's what i like to do
Baby girl come round cuz you know that i'm missing you
She want my love but i don't really got the time for it
Plenty racks, Goyard, it can't fit in the tom fords
Uh, niggas hate we on the rise i let the time show it
Baby you can bip with me you know whatever mine yours
Rollie on my wrist, rollie on my bitch
I got demons round me watch your tone or get put in a spliff
In a spaceship watching home alone i can't wait til i'm rich
You know i'm busy can't pick up the phone don't think i'm with a bitch
And it's crazy cuz i always think she cheating
She told me i can trust her cuz she ain't give me a reason
And i told her sorry baby girl i'm out of trust
I only trust the man above that's why i'm always looking up
Act like you know me if you don't just gotta look me up
When i slow down on the rapping hit the stu i gotta cook it up
I want the sun all on my wrist told bradley book it up
You know dem boys get hot whenever it's kinda hard to cool em off
She want my love but i don't really got the time for it
Plenty racks, Goyard, it can't fit in the tom fords
Uh, niggas hate we on the rise i let the time show it
Baby you can bip with me you know whatever mine yours
And you know whatever mine yours
Plenty racks, goyard, can't fit in the tom fords
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She want my love but i don't really got the time for it
Plenty racks, Goyard, it can't fit in the tom fords
Uh, niggas hate we on the rise i let the time show it
Baby you can bip with me you know whatever mine yours
When we get back home you know it's bout to go down
Uh, I been working out i just lost me a few pounds
Seventeen that's my gym bro' we lose pounds together
Call lor teej that's my gen bro' cuz we got matching hammers
Uh, And we build it up
Let off a hunnit fill it up
Brodie he just copped a automatic he feeling justin tuck
I'm not a gangster but if you swing dem boys gon hit you up
Remember i was broke and cold hearted the money zipped me up
That boy got hit in the middle of the holiday
That's just a couple bucks
That boy got hit and i don't know what to say
Cuz i really don't give a f*ck
Switch it up, slow down cuz that's what i like to do
Baby girl come round cuz you know that i'm missing you
She want my love but i don't really got the time for it
Plenty racks, Goyard, it can't fit in the tom fords
Uh, niggas hate we on the rise i let the time show it
Baby you can bip with me you know whatever mine yours
Rollie on my wrist, rollie on my bitch
I got demons round me watch your tone or get put in a spliff
In a spaceship watching home alone i can't wait til i'm rich
You know i'm busy can't pick up the phone don't think i'm with a bitch
And it's crazy cuz i always think she cheating
She told me i can trust her cuz she ain't give me a reason
And i told her sorry baby girl i'm out of trust
I only trust the man above that's why i'm always looking up
Act like you know me if you don't just gotta look me up
When i slow down on the rapping hit the stu i gotta cook it up
I want the sun all on my wrist told bradley book it up
You know dem boys get hot whenever it's kinda hard to cool em off
She want my love but i don't really got the time for it
Plenty racks, Goyard, it can't fit in the tom fords
Uh, niggas hate we on the rise i let the time show it
Baby you can bip with me you know whatever mine yours
And you know whatever mine yours
Plenty racks, goyard, can't fit in the tom fords
Plenty racks, Goyard, it can't fit in the tom fords
Uh, niggas hate we on the rise i let the time show it
Baby you can bip with me you know whatever mine yours
When we get back home you know it's bout to go down
Uh, I been working out i just lost me a few pounds
Seventeen that's my gym bro' we lose pounds together
Call lor teej that's my gen bro' cuz we got matching hammers
Uh, And we build it up
Let off a hunnit fill it up
Brodie he just copped a automatic he feeling justin tuck
I'm not a gangster but if you swing dem boys gon hit you up
Remember i was broke and cold hearted the money zipped me up
That boy got hit in the middle of the holiday
That's just a couple bucks
That boy got hit and i don't know what to say
Cuz i really don't give a f*ck
Switch it up, slow down cuz that's what i like to do
Baby girl come round cuz you know that i'm missing you
She want my love but i don't really got the time for it
Plenty racks, Goyard, it can't fit in the tom fords
Uh, niggas hate we on the rise i let the time show it
Baby you can bip with me you know whatever mine yours
Rollie on my wrist, rollie on my bitch
I got demons round me watch your tone or get put in a spliff
In a spaceship watching home alone i can't wait til i'm rich
You know i'm busy can't pick up the phone don't think i'm with a bitch
And it's crazy cuz i always think she cheating
She told me i can trust her cuz she ain't give me a reason
And i told her sorry baby girl i'm out of trust
I only trust the man above that's why i'm always looking up
Act like you know me if you don't just gotta look me up
When i slow down on the rapping hit the stu i gotta cook it up
I want the sun all on my wrist told bradley book it up
You know dem boys get hot whenever it's kinda hard to cool em off
She want my love but i don't really got the time for it
Plenty racks, Goyard, it can't fit in the tom fords
Uh, niggas hate we on the rise i let the time show it
Baby you can bip with me you know whatever mine yours
And you know whatever mine yours
Plenty racks, goyard, can't fit in the tom fords
Writer: Dre Harper
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