(Akashi in this motherf*cker)
(Red lean look like Clifford)
Yeah
Twenty-five floors up (ayy)
Can't see the view, night shift, load up
She wanna see it too, got shit sold up
You know they sick of you
Wait a minute, hold up, whip peek-a-boo
Bad bitch attitude, she be doin' that
Baby, on a night shift, I need two of that
She just turned twenty-two and she reckless
I just spent twenty-two on a necklace
Baby, call ya best friend, tell 'em pull up
Ho brought the X in, we been booted up
I just let my ex in, I be screwin' up
Never learned my lesson, shit tooted up
Get money nigga, Monday through Sunday
Drip on a bitch, turn Atlanta into a runway
I was down bad, I was gon' be up one day
Big racks, tell the pussy ho catch the fengshui
She just wanna f*ck for a lil' somethin', yeah (lil somethin' yeah)
Bring yo' friends, we can start somethin', yeah (start somethin', yeah)
Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (racks up, yeah)
Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (act up, yeah)
She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (want this life, yeah)
So I gotta hit ya girl, it's only right, yeah (it's only right, yeah)
All my niggas trynna get some, yeah (get some, yeah)
Get M&M's and we split some, yeah (hey)
Bitch get ya weight up (ooh)
Fifty racks, just made before the day up (ooh)
Just met the ho, now she wanna lay up (lay)
Nah bitch, you ain't lookin' like ya profile
I ain't never met a bitch that got low miles (ha)
Ayy, she let me f*ck and she f*cked on my buddies (f*cked on my buddies)
Hop on that 2K, just gamblin' with cuddy (gamblin' with cuddy)
My money clean but that Styrofoam muddy (Styrofoam)
Walkin' on Christian, the bottom is bloody (bottom is)
Know how to count but I never did study (never did study)
Skinny lil' nigga but my pockets chubby
I'm not yo hubby, bitch, do you love me? (Bitch, do you love me?)
Diamonds on frigid, mama I ran up them digits
Really I feel I'm the sickest
F*ck on these bitches, they wanna f*ck on my riches
What I'm gon' do with these bitches?
She just wanna f*ck for a lil' somethin', yeah (lil somethin' yeah)
Bring yo' friends, we can start somethin', yeah (start somethin', yeah)
Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (racks up, yeah)
Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (act up, yeah)
She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (want this life, yeah)
So I gotta hit ya girl, it's only right, yeah (it's only right, yeah)
All my niggas trynna get some, yeah (get some, yeah)
Get M&M's and we split some, yeah (hey)
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(Akashi in this motherf*cker)
(Red lean look like Clifford)
Yeah
Twenty-five floors up (ayy)
Can't see the view, night shift, load up
She wanna see it too, got shit sold up
You know they sick of you
Wait a minute, hold up, whip peek-a-boo
Bad bitch attitude, she be doin' that
Baby, on a night shift, I need two of that
She just turned twenty-two and she reckless
I just spent twenty-two on a necklace
Baby, call ya best friend, tell 'em pull up
Ho brought the X in, we been booted up
I just let my ex in, I be screwin' up
Never learned my lesson, shit tooted up
Get money nigga, Monday through Sunday
Drip on a bitch, turn Atlanta into a runway
I was down bad, I was gon' be up one day
Big racks, tell the pussy ho catch the fengshui
She just wanna f*ck for a lil' somethin', yeah (lil somethin' yeah)
Bring yo' friends, we can start somethin', yeah (start somethin', yeah)
Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (racks up, yeah)
Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (act up, yeah)
She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (want this life, yeah)
So I gotta hit ya girl, it's only right, yeah (it's only right, yeah)
All my niggas trynna get some, yeah (get some, yeah)
Get M&M's and we split some, yeah (hey)
Bitch get ya weight up (ooh)
Fifty racks, just made before the day up (ooh)
Just met the ho, now she wanna lay up (lay)
Nah bitch, you ain't lookin' like ya profile
I ain't never met a bitch that got low miles (ha)
Ayy, she let me f*ck and she f*cked on my buddies (f*cked on my buddies)
Hop on that 2K, just gamblin' with cuddy (gamblin' with cuddy)
My money clean but that Styrofoam muddy (Styrofoam)
Walkin' on Christian, the bottom is bloody (bottom is)
Know how to count but I never did study (never did study)
Skinny lil' nigga but my pockets chubby
I'm not yo hubby, bitch, do you love me? (Bitch, do you love me?)
Diamonds on frigid, mama I ran up them digits
Really I feel I'm the sickest
F*ck on these bitches, they wanna f*ck on my riches
What I'm gon' do with these bitches?
She just wanna f*ck for a lil' somethin', yeah (lil somethin' yeah)
Bring yo' friends, we can start somethin', yeah (start somethin', yeah)
Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (racks up, yeah)
Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (act up, yeah)
She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (want this life, yeah)
So I gotta hit ya girl, it's only right, yeah (it's only right, yeah)
All my niggas trynna get some, yeah (get some, yeah)
Get M&M's and we split some, yeah (hey)
(Red lean look like Clifford)
Yeah
Twenty-five floors up (ayy)
Can't see the view, night shift, load up
She wanna see it too, got shit sold up
You know they sick of you
Wait a minute, hold up, whip peek-a-boo
Bad bitch attitude, she be doin' that
Baby, on a night shift, I need two of that
She just turned twenty-two and she reckless
I just spent twenty-two on a necklace
Baby, call ya best friend, tell 'em pull up
Ho brought the X in, we been booted up
I just let my ex in, I be screwin' up
Never learned my lesson, shit tooted up
Get money nigga, Monday through Sunday
Drip on a bitch, turn Atlanta into a runway
I was down bad, I was gon' be up one day
Big racks, tell the pussy ho catch the fengshui
She just wanna f*ck for a lil' somethin', yeah (lil somethin' yeah)
Bring yo' friends, we can start somethin', yeah (start somethin', yeah)
Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (racks up, yeah)
Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (act up, yeah)
She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (want this life, yeah)
So I gotta hit ya girl, it's only right, yeah (it's only right, yeah)
All my niggas trynna get some, yeah (get some, yeah)
Get M&M's and we split some, yeah (hey)
Bitch get ya weight up (ooh)
Fifty racks, just made before the day up (ooh)
Just met the ho, now she wanna lay up (lay)
Nah bitch, you ain't lookin' like ya profile
I ain't never met a bitch that got low miles (ha)
Ayy, she let me f*ck and she f*cked on my buddies (f*cked on my buddies)
Hop on that 2K, just gamblin' with cuddy (gamblin' with cuddy)
My money clean but that Styrofoam muddy (Styrofoam)
Walkin' on Christian, the bottom is bloody (bottom is)
Know how to count but I never did study (never did study)
Skinny lil' nigga but my pockets chubby
I'm not yo hubby, bitch, do you love me? (Bitch, do you love me?)
Diamonds on frigid, mama I ran up them digits
Really I feel I'm the sickest
F*ck on these bitches, they wanna f*ck on my riches
What I'm gon' do with these bitches?
She just wanna f*ck for a lil' somethin', yeah (lil somethin' yeah)
Bring yo' friends, we can start somethin', yeah (start somethin', yeah)
Started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (racks up, yeah)
Pop one of these, you gon' act up, yeah (act up, yeah)
She don't want love, she just want this life, yeah (want this life, yeah)
So I gotta hit ya girl, it's only right, yeah (it's only right, yeah)
All my niggas trynna get some, yeah (get some, yeah)
Get M&M's and we split some, yeah (hey)
Writer: Clifford Mytril, Hunter Brown, Kristopher Campbell
Copyright: Lyrics © THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC