Don't hit up my phone Please leave me alone
I don't want your problems cuz I got some of my own
I spent two hundred dollars on some new channel cologne
And I might take my shit and move it back to Boca Raton
Don't hit up my phone Please leave me alone
I don't want your problems cuz I got some of my own
I spent two hundred dollars on some new channel cologne
And I might take my shit and move it back to Boca Raton
I'm sipping on Hennessy
Just looking for clarity
This shit is my legacy
I'm feeling that jealousy
She gonn' want Ecstacy
Cuz that bitch gonn' lie to me
I don't want you in my dreams
So I'm choosing not to sleep
Yeah
Can't you see my wrist baby you know that it ain't cheap
I could grant you your wishes bitch I feel like I'm Genie
I could stack all my bands you know it looking all creamy
But I would love to spend it all on you if you'd love me
I'm gonna get a matte black wrap on a foreign cat
I can't love why's that cuz these bitches actin whack
I'ma skirt off fast hit the dank until I'm gassed
Bitch I'm going to the future I can't stay in the past
She wants a two-tone with stones not a rose she ain't a clone
I think that I love her I should go back home
But I gotta put my walls up keep going on my own
So until I blow up baby please don't hit my phone
Don't hit up my phone Please leave me alone
I don't want your problems cuz I got some of my own
I spent two hundred dollars on some new channel cologne
And I might take my shit and move it back to Boca Raton
Don't hit up my phone Please leave me alone
I don't want your problems cuz I got some of my own
I spent two hundred dollars on some new channel cologne
And I might take my shit and move it back to Boca Raton
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Don't hit up my phone Please leave me alone
I don't want your problems cuz I got some of my own
I spent two hundred dollars on some new channel cologne
And I might take my shit and move it back to Boca Raton
Don't hit up my phone Please leave me alone
I don't want your problems cuz I got some of my own
I spent two hundred dollars on some new channel cologne
And I might take my shit and move it back to Boca Raton
I'm sipping on Hennessy
Just looking for clarity
This shit is my legacy
I'm feeling that jealousy
She gonn' want Ecstacy
Cuz that bitch gonn' lie to me
I don't want you in my dreams
So I'm choosing not to sleep
Yeah
Can't you see my wrist baby you know that it ain't cheap
I could grant you your wishes bitch I feel like I'm Genie
I could stack all my bands you know it looking all creamy
But I would love to spend it all on you if you'd love me
I'm gonna get a matte black wrap on a foreign cat
I can't love why's that cuz these bitches actin whack
I'ma skirt off fast hit the dank until I'm gassed
Bitch I'm going to the future I can't stay in the past
She wants a two-tone with stones not a rose she ain't a clone
I think that I love her I should go back home
But I gotta put my walls up keep going on my own
So until I blow up baby please don't hit my phone
Don't hit up my phone Please leave me alone
I don't want your problems cuz I got some of my own
I spent two hundred dollars on some new channel cologne
And I might take my shit and move it back to Boca Raton
Don't hit up my phone Please leave me alone
I don't want your problems cuz I got some of my own
I spent two hundred dollars on some new channel cologne
And I might take my shit and move it back to Boca Raton
I don't want your problems cuz I got some of my own
I spent two hundred dollars on some new channel cologne
And I might take my shit and move it back to Boca Raton
Don't hit up my phone Please leave me alone
I don't want your problems cuz I got some of my own
I spent two hundred dollars on some new channel cologne
And I might take my shit and move it back to Boca Raton
I'm sipping on Hennessy
Just looking for clarity
This shit is my legacy
I'm feeling that jealousy
She gonn' want Ecstacy
Cuz that bitch gonn' lie to me
I don't want you in my dreams
So I'm choosing not to sleep
Yeah
Can't you see my wrist baby you know that it ain't cheap
I could grant you your wishes bitch I feel like I'm Genie
I could stack all my bands you know it looking all creamy
But I would love to spend it all on you if you'd love me
I'm gonna get a matte black wrap on a foreign cat
I can't love why's that cuz these bitches actin whack
I'ma skirt off fast hit the dank until I'm gassed
Bitch I'm going to the future I can't stay in the past
She wants a two-tone with stones not a rose she ain't a clone
I think that I love her I should go back home
But I gotta put my walls up keep going on my own
So until I blow up baby please don't hit my phone
Don't hit up my phone Please leave me alone
I don't want your problems cuz I got some of my own
I spent two hundred dollars on some new channel cologne
And I might take my shit and move it back to Boca Raton
Don't hit up my phone Please leave me alone
I don't want your problems cuz I got some of my own
I spent two hundred dollars on some new channel cologne
And I might take my shit and move it back to Boca Raton
Writer: Carlos Azurmendi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid