I'ma do my own shit don't give a f*ck what y'all say
If I love you and you need me just know I'm a call away
War Ready, bitch the clip longer than a hallway
Heart cold off this pussy nigga broad day
Racks stuffed in my Gucci bag
Bitch I got beaucoup cash
Come chop with me we move them bags
Ay yo we move 'em fast
Get off my dick lil' groupie ass
Keep crying and lose your ass
Pick up the bag and do the math
Damn I'm so use to that
Pussy niggas copying deuces they don't even wave flags
Hit up, bow, we have the MAC
And blow yo shit way back
Pulled up, met the plug right there, race track
Pulled off in a foreign, ooh I know they hate that
She in my business, so I told that bitch stay off my dick
He in his feelings, I guess that's 'cause he broke as a bitch
I go and get it, won't never ask nobody else for shit
It took a minute, but now I'm just two steps from being rich
Tap out and drive the cruiser
I swear I be on some other shit
Big stick on side of me cooling
He run up and I'ma buss this bitch
Yeah all these hoes be choosing
But I never love a bitch
That lil' hoe must be stupid, if she think I'ma trust a bitch
I'ma do my own shit don't give a f*ck what y'all say
If I love you and you need me just know I'm a call away
War Ready, bitch the clip longer than a hallway
Heart cold off this pussy nigga broad day
Racks stuffed in my Gucci bag
Bitch I got beaucoup cash
Come chop with me we move them bags
Ay yo we move 'em fast
Get off my dick lil' groupie ass
Keep crying and lose your ass
Pick up the bag and do the math
Damn I'm so use to that
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I'ma do my own shit don't give a f*ck what y'all say
If I love you and you need me just know I'm a call away
War Ready, bitch the clip longer than a hallway
Heart cold off this pussy nigga broad day
Racks stuffed in my Gucci bag
Bitch I got beaucoup cash
Come chop with me we move them bags
Ay yo we move 'em fast
Get off my dick lil' groupie ass
Keep crying and lose your ass
Pick up the bag and do the math
Damn I'm so use to that
Pussy niggas copying deuces they don't even wave flags
Hit up, bow, we have the MAC
And blow yo shit way back
Pulled up, met the plug right there, race track
Pulled off in a foreign, ooh I know they hate that
She in my business, so I told that bitch stay off my dick
He in his feelings, I guess that's 'cause he broke as a bitch
I go and get it, won't never ask nobody else for shit
It took a minute, but now I'm just two steps from being rich
Tap out and drive the cruiser
I swear I be on some other shit
Big stick on side of me cooling
He run up and I'ma buss this bitch
Yeah all these hoes be choosing
But I never love a bitch
That lil' hoe must be stupid, if she think I'ma trust a bitch
I'ma do my own shit don't give a f*ck what y'all say
If I love you and you need me just know I'm a call away
War Ready, bitch the clip longer than a hallway
Heart cold off this pussy nigga broad day
Racks stuffed in my Gucci bag
Bitch I got beaucoup cash
Come chop with me we move them bags
Ay yo we move 'em fast
Get off my dick lil' groupie ass
Keep crying and lose your ass
Pick up the bag and do the math
Damn I'm so use to that
If I love you and you need me just know I'm a call away
War Ready, bitch the clip longer than a hallway
Heart cold off this pussy nigga broad day
Racks stuffed in my Gucci bag
Bitch I got beaucoup cash
Come chop with me we move them bags
Ay yo we move 'em fast
Get off my dick lil' groupie ass
Keep crying and lose your ass
Pick up the bag and do the math
Damn I'm so use to that
Pussy niggas copying deuces they don't even wave flags
Hit up, bow, we have the MAC
And blow yo shit way back
Pulled up, met the plug right there, race track
Pulled off in a foreign, ooh I know they hate that
She in my business, so I told that bitch stay off my dick
He in his feelings, I guess that's 'cause he broke as a bitch
I go and get it, won't never ask nobody else for shit
It took a minute, but now I'm just two steps from being rich
Tap out and drive the cruiser
I swear I be on some other shit
Big stick on side of me cooling
He run up and I'ma buss this bitch
Yeah all these hoes be choosing
But I never love a bitch
That lil' hoe must be stupid, if she think I'ma trust a bitch
I'ma do my own shit don't give a f*ck what y'all say
If I love you and you need me just know I'm a call away
War Ready, bitch the clip longer than a hallway
Heart cold off this pussy nigga broad day
Racks stuffed in my Gucci bag
Bitch I got beaucoup cash
Come chop with me we move them bags
Ay yo we move 'em fast
Get off my dick lil' groupie ass
Keep crying and lose your ass
Pick up the bag and do the math
Damn I'm so use to that
Writer: Javorius Scott
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.