Hell naw, hell
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw
Papa ain't raise no fool
Ain't no god damn dummy
With ya freeloading ass
Where the f*ck's yo money
It was all for pretend
Fronting for the gram
Laughing out loud
What the f*ck's so funny
Designer everything
Niggas still look bummy
Four days in, nigga, that fit funky
You've been grinding all week for a fit
Few freaks, snort blow, do tricks
For some bricks that's fronted
And he wonder why he can't
Get the bullshit off him
It's over for the fakes
All gassed up, now
No to the breaks
No pose for the jakes
Get that little teeny ass gun out the safe
Picking up your bitches in the rental
First go home, switch the cars' plates
Dead giveaway
Them bitches out of state
A nigga out of bait
Those cards maxed out
No face, no case
Nigga out of with the fakes
Mama ain't raise no fool
Ain't never had to trick
See a gold digger till her eat this dick
Itty bitty bit
Litty in your city looking for a pretty kitty
With a whole lot of tits
No catfish, no stench
Easy on the makeup cat lady
That mask like Jim
Carrey face look like Kim
Lil scary hair date
Hat cover that brim
Still won't join no gym
Baby girl, love yourself
I'm all for the comfort
But them yoga pants look too stiff
Want a nigga with a hellcat
F*ck that
While your Honda just sits
Said, out with the fakes
Shall I continue
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw, hell
You must be a goddamn fool
I don't save no money
All cash in
Go invest that for me
All debt gone, everything owned
Nigga, what bills
I don't owe nobody
Just closed on a house in the hills
Little lobby
Whole lot of crib
But the place still sloppy
Me and my bitch, one dog
Couple little kids
It's a dream, but I can't snap out it
So I'ma keep snapping
Still freeload prolly
Nigga, this designer
I don't need no money
Your nigga been grinding all week
Clapping those cheeks
Don't worry how I get my money
Whole lot of cheese, that's funny
Spray the whole fit with Febreze
No laundry
Nigga, this me and my bitch
Call her cat lady, cause my baby so thick
Pretty little lady with a whole lot of tits
You've been out faked
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Hell naw, hell
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw
Papa ain't raise no fool
Ain't no god damn dummy
With ya freeloading ass
Where the f*ck's yo money
It was all for pretend
Fronting for the gram
Laughing out loud
What the f*ck's so funny
Designer everything
Niggas still look bummy
Four days in, nigga, that fit funky
You've been grinding all week for a fit
Few freaks, snort blow, do tricks
For some bricks that's fronted
And he wonder why he can't
Get the bullshit off him
It's over for the fakes
All gassed up, now
No to the breaks
No pose for the jakes
Get that little teeny ass gun out the safe
Picking up your bitches in the rental
First go home, switch the cars' plates
Dead giveaway
Them bitches out of state
A nigga out of bait
Those cards maxed out
No face, no case
Nigga out of with the fakes
Mama ain't raise no fool
Ain't never had to trick
See a gold digger till her eat this dick
Itty bitty bit
Litty in your city looking for a pretty kitty
With a whole lot of tits
No catfish, no stench
Easy on the makeup cat lady
That mask like Jim
Carrey face look like Kim
Lil scary hair date
Hat cover that brim
Still won't join no gym
Baby girl, love yourself
I'm all for the comfort
But them yoga pants look too stiff
Want a nigga with a hellcat
F*ck that
While your Honda just sits
Said, out with the fakes
Shall I continue
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw, hell
You must be a goddamn fool
I don't save no money
All cash in
Go invest that for me
All debt gone, everything owned
Nigga, what bills
I don't owe nobody
Just closed on a house in the hills
Little lobby
Whole lot of crib
But the place still sloppy
Me and my bitch, one dog
Couple little kids
It's a dream, but I can't snap out it
So I'ma keep snapping
Still freeload prolly
Nigga, this designer
I don't need no money
Your nigga been grinding all week
Clapping those cheeks
Don't worry how I get my money
Whole lot of cheese, that's funny
Spray the whole fit with Febreze
No laundry
Nigga, this me and my bitch
Call her cat lady, cause my baby so thick
Pretty little lady with a whole lot of tits
You've been out faked
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw
Papa ain't raise no fool
Ain't no god damn dummy
With ya freeloading ass
Where the f*ck's yo money
It was all for pretend
Fronting for the gram
Laughing out loud
What the f*ck's so funny
Designer everything
Niggas still look bummy
Four days in, nigga, that fit funky
You've been grinding all week for a fit
Few freaks, snort blow, do tricks
For some bricks that's fronted
And he wonder why he can't
Get the bullshit off him
It's over for the fakes
All gassed up, now
No to the breaks
No pose for the jakes
Get that little teeny ass gun out the safe
Picking up your bitches in the rental
First go home, switch the cars' plates
Dead giveaway
Them bitches out of state
A nigga out of bait
Those cards maxed out
No face, no case
Nigga out of with the fakes
Mama ain't raise no fool
Ain't never had to trick
See a gold digger till her eat this dick
Itty bitty bit
Litty in your city looking for a pretty kitty
With a whole lot of tits
No catfish, no stench
Easy on the makeup cat lady
That mask like Jim
Carrey face look like Kim
Lil scary hair date
Hat cover that brim
Still won't join no gym
Baby girl, love yourself
I'm all for the comfort
But them yoga pants look too stiff
Want a nigga with a hellcat
F*ck that
While your Honda just sits
Said, out with the fakes
Shall I continue
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw, hell
Hell naw, hell
You must be a goddamn fool
I don't save no money
All cash in
Go invest that for me
All debt gone, everything owned
Nigga, what bills
I don't owe nobody
Just closed on a house in the hills
Little lobby
Whole lot of crib
But the place still sloppy
Me and my bitch, one dog
Couple little kids
It's a dream, but I can't snap out it
So I'ma keep snapping
Still freeload prolly
Nigga, this designer
I don't need no money
Your nigga been grinding all week
Clapping those cheeks
Don't worry how I get my money
Whole lot of cheese, that's funny
Spray the whole fit with Febreze
No laundry
Nigga, this me and my bitch
Call her cat lady, cause my baby so thick
Pretty little lady with a whole lot of tits
You've been out faked
Writer: Brandon Foy
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