Baby fell in love and I don't know why
When I'm off the drugs I be gettin so high
Connected with the plug and it ain't no lie
Connected with yo bitch I be grippin her thighs
I got plenty bitches I ain't havin no wife
Stack a lotta paper put that shit to the side
Ain't a easy lick so don't even try
How you say you gangin but you don't even slide?
Shawty f*ck with me cause I'm rizzle
She only f*ck with you off a thizzle
I don't love you bitch not a little
Keep a bag of hoes like some skittles
Imma play a hoe like a fiddle
Shawty f*ck with me cause I'm real
Are we f*cking are we leaving what's the deal
Keep it real baby I don't wanna chill
But you might know somebody who will
Keep it real baby I just wanna f*ck
Not my boo not my girl you's a duck
Need some money cause you down on your luck?
Bitch get on your knees and suck
I ain't playing all my bitches know wassup
Bet yo hoe gon switch up for the buck
Imma hit but baby girl we ain't in love
Only thing that I love is the mud in my cup
Baby fell in love and I don't know why
When I'm off the drugs I be gettin so high
Connected with the plug and it ain't no lie
Connected with yo bitch I be grippin her thighs
I got plenty bitches I ain't havin no wife
Stack a lotta paper put that shit to the side
Ain't a easy lick so don't even try
How you say you gangin but you don't even slide?
She gon put it up and throw it back for me
Then she'll run it up and get a bag for me
She be slidin on the dick just like vaseline
And she wanna stay and cuddle but she had to leave
Run it up I keep a pistol on the side of me
I can never trust a hoe cause she gon lie to me
Yall be simpin for the pussy Imma keep it G
It's the one time at the door we gon hide the key
She like what I got on Givenchy
Look at my feet bitch
They double-G print I'm on G shit
You on your fiend shit
I be serving these fienders
I'm still pickin up the pints so I can pour em in liters
Watch what you're saying to me
And if you tryna f*ck, make sure you paying a fee
And I ain't doing anything until I get what I need
And you ain't getting anything until you get on your knees
Baby fell in love and I don't know why
When I'm off the drugs I be gettin so high
Connected with the plug and it ain't no lie
Connected with yo bitch I be grippin her thighs
I got plenty bitches I ain't havin no wife
Stack a lotta paper put that shit to the side
Ain't a easy lick so don't even try
How you say you gangin but you don't even slide?
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Baby fell in love and I don't know why
When I'm off the drugs I be gettin so high
Connected with the plug and it ain't no lie
Connected with yo bitch I be grippin her thighs
I got plenty bitches I ain't havin no wife
Stack a lotta paper put that shit to the side
Ain't a easy lick so don't even try
How you say you gangin but you don't even slide?
Shawty f*ck with me cause I'm rizzle
She only f*ck with you off a thizzle
I don't love you bitch not a little
Keep a bag of hoes like some skittles
Imma play a hoe like a fiddle
Shawty f*ck with me cause I'm real
Are we f*cking are we leaving what's the deal
Keep it real baby I don't wanna chill
But you might know somebody who will
Keep it real baby I just wanna f*ck
Not my boo not my girl you's a duck
Need some money cause you down on your luck?
Bitch get on your knees and suck
I ain't playing all my bitches know wassup
Bet yo hoe gon switch up for the buck
Imma hit but baby girl we ain't in love
Only thing that I love is the mud in my cup
Baby fell in love and I don't know why
When I'm off the drugs I be gettin so high
Connected with the plug and it ain't no lie
Connected with yo bitch I be grippin her thighs
I got plenty bitches I ain't havin no wife
Stack a lotta paper put that shit to the side
Ain't a easy lick so don't even try
How you say you gangin but you don't even slide?
She gon put it up and throw it back for me
Then she'll run it up and get a bag for me
She be slidin on the dick just like vaseline
And she wanna stay and cuddle but she had to leave
Run it up I keep a pistol on the side of me
I can never trust a hoe cause she gon lie to me
Yall be simpin for the pussy Imma keep it G
It's the one time at the door we gon hide the key
She like what I got on Givenchy
Look at my feet bitch
They double-G print I'm on G shit
You on your fiend shit
I be serving these fienders
I'm still pickin up the pints so I can pour em in liters
Watch what you're saying to me
And if you tryna f*ck, make sure you paying a fee
And I ain't doing anything until I get what I need
And you ain't getting anything until you get on your knees
Baby fell in love and I don't know why
When I'm off the drugs I be gettin so high
Connected with the plug and it ain't no lie
Connected with yo bitch I be grippin her thighs
I got plenty bitches I ain't havin no wife
Stack a lotta paper put that shit to the side
Ain't a easy lick so don't even try
How you say you gangin but you don't even slide?
When I'm off the drugs I be gettin so high
Connected with the plug and it ain't no lie
Connected with yo bitch I be grippin her thighs
I got plenty bitches I ain't havin no wife
Stack a lotta paper put that shit to the side
Ain't a easy lick so don't even try
How you say you gangin but you don't even slide?
Shawty f*ck with me cause I'm rizzle
She only f*ck with you off a thizzle
I don't love you bitch not a little
Keep a bag of hoes like some skittles
Imma play a hoe like a fiddle
Shawty f*ck with me cause I'm real
Are we f*cking are we leaving what's the deal
Keep it real baby I don't wanna chill
But you might know somebody who will
Keep it real baby I just wanna f*ck
Not my boo not my girl you's a duck
Need some money cause you down on your luck?
Bitch get on your knees and suck
I ain't playing all my bitches know wassup
Bet yo hoe gon switch up for the buck
Imma hit but baby girl we ain't in love
Only thing that I love is the mud in my cup
Baby fell in love and I don't know why
When I'm off the drugs I be gettin so high
Connected with the plug and it ain't no lie
Connected with yo bitch I be grippin her thighs
I got plenty bitches I ain't havin no wife
Stack a lotta paper put that shit to the side
Ain't a easy lick so don't even try
How you say you gangin but you don't even slide?
She gon put it up and throw it back for me
Then she'll run it up and get a bag for me
She be slidin on the dick just like vaseline
And she wanna stay and cuddle but she had to leave
Run it up I keep a pistol on the side of me
I can never trust a hoe cause she gon lie to me
Yall be simpin for the pussy Imma keep it G
It's the one time at the door we gon hide the key
She like what I got on Givenchy
Look at my feet bitch
They double-G print I'm on G shit
You on your fiend shit
I be serving these fienders
I'm still pickin up the pints so I can pour em in liters
Watch what you're saying to me
And if you tryna f*ck, make sure you paying a fee
And I ain't doing anything until I get what I need
And you ain't getting anything until you get on your knees
Baby fell in love and I don't know why
When I'm off the drugs I be gettin so high
Connected with the plug and it ain't no lie
Connected with yo bitch I be grippin her thighs
I got plenty bitches I ain't havin no wife
Stack a lotta paper put that shit to the side
Ain't a easy lick so don't even try
How you say you gangin but you don't even slide?
Writer: Nick Aguirre
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