She don't want no love song
Boy, you mustn't know about them bitches huh?
I got the world in my palm
I move calm
Me, my God, and uh
Word is bon
What you want
From your boy?
Come on
I just came here to stunt
Where the sluts what's up?
I'm just macking on Maddy
'Til Andy pass me the blunt
You move like amateurs, son
Go on give the camera man some
Man, Pamala love to act like she give a f*ck
Who the hell you think you talking to?
Boo, I'm smooth as a beach cruise
Detuned
Make them sing to it
Who Got Money
Like You Got Money
No one
Show some baby show some
The hoes love how the show run
My voice hum from a mile away
If I'm saying anything it's that I'm f*cking great
Ok
Now that's out the way
It's Jiggy James Dean
Ask your bitch she should know about me
Worlds finest
If niggas ain't a hundred I can see it 20/20
F*cked a couple niggas bitches now i see them coming for me
I can't get hands dirty
Bitch I'm too worthy
I still be swerving
Mike Jack Moon Walk
Rudy with the smooth talk
Might just get the blues called
Molly water lukewarm
Cool off baby baby Cool off
Cool off baby baby Cool
F*ck what you're told
Turn bricks to gold
Call a vixen over and tell her mix some more
Shorty lick the pole strip them clothes
Do it for a nigga with some goals the camera strike and pose
Spend a check up on these clothes, vacation over seas
The place that I've been you only seen inside your dreams
My Mama raised a king, don't fold for anything
Verses off-white so I serve it to these fiends
I get out of pocket when my mind gets to scrambling
I put down the pills man that shit right there is damaging
Now I'm in the Vic with this bitch, Pamala Anderson
I don't wanna feel what I feel I can't handle it
These bitches don't f*ck if you ain't moving
Man that back i be pursuing
Spent your whole day on the block
Boy, what the hell you doing?
I can tell you going through it
All that capping looking stupid
Just sit back and watch me do it
All this dreaming shit is lucid
If niggas ain't a hundred I can see it 20/20
F*cked a couple niggas bitches now i see them coming for me
I can't get hands dirty
Bitch I'm too worthy
I still be swerving
Mike Jack Moon Walk
Rudy with the smooth talk
Might just get the blues called
Molly water lukewarm
Cool off baby baby Cool off
Cool off baby baby Cool
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English
She don't want no love song
Boy, you mustn't know about them bitches huh?
I got the world in my palm
I move calm
Me, my God, and uh
Word is bon
What you want
From your boy?
Come on
I just came here to stunt
Where the sluts what's up?
I'm just macking on Maddy
'Til Andy pass me the blunt
You move like amateurs, son
Go on give the camera man some
Man, Pamala love to act like she give a f*ck
Who the hell you think you talking to?
Boo, I'm smooth as a beach cruise
Detuned
Make them sing to it
Who Got Money
Like You Got Money
No one
Show some baby show some
The hoes love how the show run
My voice hum from a mile away
If I'm saying anything it's that I'm f*cking great
Ok
Now that's out the way
It's Jiggy James Dean
Ask your bitch she should know about me
Worlds finest
If niggas ain't a hundred I can see it 20/20
F*cked a couple niggas bitches now i see them coming for me
I can't get hands dirty
Bitch I'm too worthy
I still be swerving
Mike Jack Moon Walk
Rudy with the smooth talk
Might just get the blues called
Molly water lukewarm
Cool off baby baby Cool off
Cool off baby baby Cool
F*ck what you're told
Turn bricks to gold
Call a vixen over and tell her mix some more
Shorty lick the pole strip them clothes
Do it for a nigga with some goals the camera strike and pose
Spend a check up on these clothes, vacation over seas
The place that I've been you only seen inside your dreams
My Mama raised a king, don't fold for anything
Verses off-white so I serve it to these fiends
I get out of pocket when my mind gets to scrambling
I put down the pills man that shit right there is damaging
Now I'm in the Vic with this bitch, Pamala Anderson
I don't wanna feel what I feel I can't handle it
These bitches don't f*ck if you ain't moving
Man that back i be pursuing
Spent your whole day on the block
Boy, what the hell you doing?
I can tell you going through it
All that capping looking stupid
Just sit back and watch me do it
All this dreaming shit is lucid
If niggas ain't a hundred I can see it 20/20
F*cked a couple niggas bitches now i see them coming for me
I can't get hands dirty
Bitch I'm too worthy
I still be swerving
Mike Jack Moon Walk
Rudy with the smooth talk
Might just get the blues called
Molly water lukewarm
Cool off baby baby Cool off
Cool off baby baby Cool
Boy, you mustn't know about them bitches huh?
I got the world in my palm
I move calm
Me, my God, and uh
Word is bon
What you want
From your boy?
Come on
I just came here to stunt
Where the sluts what's up?
I'm just macking on Maddy
'Til Andy pass me the blunt
You move like amateurs, son
Go on give the camera man some
Man, Pamala love to act like she give a f*ck
Who the hell you think you talking to?
Boo, I'm smooth as a beach cruise
Detuned
Make them sing to it
Who Got Money
Like You Got Money
No one
Show some baby show some
The hoes love how the show run
My voice hum from a mile away
If I'm saying anything it's that I'm f*cking great
Ok
Now that's out the way
It's Jiggy James Dean
Ask your bitch she should know about me
Worlds finest
If niggas ain't a hundred I can see it 20/20
F*cked a couple niggas bitches now i see them coming for me
I can't get hands dirty
Bitch I'm too worthy
I still be swerving
Mike Jack Moon Walk
Rudy with the smooth talk
Might just get the blues called
Molly water lukewarm
Cool off baby baby Cool off
Cool off baby baby Cool
F*ck what you're told
Turn bricks to gold
Call a vixen over and tell her mix some more
Shorty lick the pole strip them clothes
Do it for a nigga with some goals the camera strike and pose
Spend a check up on these clothes, vacation over seas
The place that I've been you only seen inside your dreams
My Mama raised a king, don't fold for anything
Verses off-white so I serve it to these fiends
I get out of pocket when my mind gets to scrambling
I put down the pills man that shit right there is damaging
Now I'm in the Vic with this bitch, Pamala Anderson
I don't wanna feel what I feel I can't handle it
These bitches don't f*ck if you ain't moving
Man that back i be pursuing
Spent your whole day on the block
Boy, what the hell you doing?
I can tell you going through it
All that capping looking stupid
Just sit back and watch me do it
All this dreaming shit is lucid
If niggas ain't a hundred I can see it 20/20
F*cked a couple niggas bitches now i see them coming for me
I can't get hands dirty
Bitch I'm too worthy
I still be swerving
Mike Jack Moon Walk
Rudy with the smooth talk
Might just get the blues called
Molly water lukewarm
Cool off baby baby Cool off
Cool off baby baby Cool
Writer: A Nego, Jiggy James
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid