Wake up, bitch, get geeked
I make money right in my sleep
10 bad ho wanna f*ck on me
Too many bad bitches, I'm living they dream
All my brothers pop shit
Pull up outside, with the sticks on me
Talk 'bout money, this shit not free
She wanting to f*ck, she don't even know me
Tell that boy to come up
Too many sticks, that shit gon' clap
Too many pounds in the hummer
Too damn high, I'm right off my ass
Bitch, I love them bands
Bitch, I love them bands
Up that stick on him
Know he a pussy, I seen him ran
Right in the field like this shit was Iran
I love my bitches when they got a tan
Too Glocks down, and, this shit go blam
Two bags down just to rock my glam
Rock out the show, then, I f*ck on a fan
We really clutch shit, ain't gotta pose for the gram
Ran off on the plug just to front a lil gram
I'm cutting this shit, bitch, I'm pushing a Lamb'
Talk 'bout that shit I been
Talk 'bout that shit I been
Really gon' do all the shit I did
Really gon' f*ck on a bitch I hit
Really can't give no f*cks 'bout a bitch
I'm dropping them off, ain't one that I miss
I'm knocking them off, I'm writing a list
I don't wanna talk, 'cause they ain't gon' listen
F*ck boy, bitch
Wake up, bitch, get geeked
I make money right in my sleep
10 bad ho wanna f*ck on me
Too many bad bitches, I'm living they dream
All my brothers pop shit
Pull up outside, with the sticks on me
Talk 'bout money, this shit not free
She wanting to f*ck, she don't even know me
Nero - I Been Lyrics
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Wake up, bitch, get geeked
I make money right in my sleep
10 bad ho wanna f*ck on me
Too many bad bitches, I'm living they dream
All my brothers pop shit
Pull up outside, with the sticks on me
Talk 'bout money, this shit not free
She wanting to f*ck, she don't even know me
Tell that boy to come up
Too many sticks, that shit gon' clap
Too many pounds in the hummer
Too damn high, I'm right off my ass
Bitch, I love them bands
Bitch, I love them bands
Up that stick on him
Know he a pussy, I seen him ran
Right in the field like this shit was Iran
I love my bitches when they got a tan
Too Glocks down, and, this shit go blam
Two bags down just to rock my glam
Rock out the show, then, I f*ck on a fan
We really clutch shit, ain't gotta pose for the gram
Ran off on the plug just to front a lil gram
I'm cutting this shit, bitch, I'm pushing a Lamb'
Talk 'bout that shit I been
Talk 'bout that shit I been
Really gon' do all the shit I did
Really gon' f*ck on a bitch I hit
Really can't give no f*cks 'bout a bitch
I'm dropping them off, ain't one that I miss
I'm knocking them off, I'm writing a list
I don't wanna talk, 'cause they ain't gon' listen
F*ck boy, bitch
Wake up, bitch, get geeked
I make money right in my sleep
10 bad ho wanna f*ck on me
Too many bad bitches, I'm living they dream
All my brothers pop shit
Pull up outside, with the sticks on me
Talk 'bout money, this shit not free
She wanting to f*ck, she don't even know me
I make money right in my sleep
10 bad ho wanna f*ck on me
Too many bad bitches, I'm living they dream
All my brothers pop shit
Pull up outside, with the sticks on me
Talk 'bout money, this shit not free
She wanting to f*ck, she don't even know me
Tell that boy to come up
Too many sticks, that shit gon' clap
Too many pounds in the hummer
Too damn high, I'm right off my ass
Bitch, I love them bands
Bitch, I love them bands
Up that stick on him
Know he a pussy, I seen him ran
Right in the field like this shit was Iran
I love my bitches when they got a tan
Too Glocks down, and, this shit go blam
Two bags down just to rock my glam
Rock out the show, then, I f*ck on a fan
We really clutch shit, ain't gotta pose for the gram
Ran off on the plug just to front a lil gram
I'm cutting this shit, bitch, I'm pushing a Lamb'
Talk 'bout that shit I been
Talk 'bout that shit I been
Really gon' do all the shit I did
Really gon' f*ck on a bitch I hit
Really can't give no f*cks 'bout a bitch
I'm dropping them off, ain't one that I miss
I'm knocking them off, I'm writing a list
I don't wanna talk, 'cause they ain't gon' listen
F*ck boy, bitch
Wake up, bitch, get geeked
I make money right in my sleep
10 bad ho wanna f*ck on me
Too many bad bitches, I'm living they dream
All my brothers pop shit
Pull up outside, with the sticks on me
Talk 'bout money, this shit not free
She wanting to f*ck, she don't even know me
Writer: Tyler McPherson
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