Yea these bitches gettin mad
Cause they don't rock with my vibe,
Im jus aluris
I ain't know that was a crime
Count this money up
The best use of my time
Bitch you cannot hang with me
You outta line like
Uh, nasty, you can't hop in my ride bitch
Uh, I ain't a taxi and you is not a sly bitch
Uh, hoe I ain't gon fly you out, you ain't my bitch
Uh, no more questions lil yapper don't you pry bitch
Fake hoe only tryna talk to me, when she faded,
Uh, I can't talk to them, I can't show my face, I can't kick it
I done had my fun, all this shit to me so jaded
Uh, I can't look you in the eye, you so green, bitch you wicked
Yea this shit I rock designer,
So it's fitted to me,
All them bitches old as hell,
So why the f*ck they gitted to me?
Swear I only jus hit 21,
I ain't old or nothin,
How you tryna hit like 26,
Eatin cold cuts
Say you like the way I rock
I know that shit is bogus
Hoe gon try to take my funds
And tussle with my focus
I jus took my baby out for dinner
We devoted
Ask me how I did it
Like I gave a bitch a potion
When it come to money
Stranger you ain't get a portion
I been tryna cop my ass a crib
With a lil porch in it
I been tryna grind up to the top
Im on the course with it
Prolly in your lil hoe top 3,
You stay in 4th, with it
She want me to choke her
Like darth Vader and use force with it
Yea I wear a mask
Because they'll tell you I was born different
Ask me bout my closet
Baby half that shit imported
Other half dracarrj
Cause stayin local still important
Gotta live a risk
Because the cubicles shit boring
Kiss shawty goodnight
Cause there's no promise to the morning
I done seen a lot of shit
I promise you can't floor me,
Lazy bitches hate me
And I love when they ignore me
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Yea these bitches gettin mad
Cause they don't rock with my vibe,
Im jus aluris
I ain't know that was a crime
Count this money up
The best use of my time
Bitch you cannot hang with me
You outta line like
Uh, nasty, you can't hop in my ride bitch
Uh, I ain't a taxi and you is not a sly bitch
Uh, hoe I ain't gon fly you out, you ain't my bitch
Uh, no more questions lil yapper don't you pry bitch
Fake hoe only tryna talk to me, when she faded,
Uh, I can't talk to them, I can't show my face, I can't kick it
I done had my fun, all this shit to me so jaded
Uh, I can't look you in the eye, you so green, bitch you wicked
Yea this shit I rock designer,
So it's fitted to me,
All them bitches old as hell,
So why the f*ck they gitted to me?
Swear I only jus hit 21,
I ain't old or nothin,
How you tryna hit like 26,
Eatin cold cuts
Say you like the way I rock
I know that shit is bogus
Hoe gon try to take my funds
And tussle with my focus
I jus took my baby out for dinner
We devoted
Ask me how I did it
Like I gave a bitch a potion
When it come to money
Stranger you ain't get a portion
I been tryna cop my ass a crib
With a lil porch in it
I been tryna grind up to the top
Im on the course with it
Prolly in your lil hoe top 3,
You stay in 4th, with it
She want me to choke her
Like darth Vader and use force with it
Yea I wear a mask
Because they'll tell you I was born different
Ask me bout my closet
Baby half that shit imported
Other half dracarrj
Cause stayin local still important
Gotta live a risk
Because the cubicles shit boring
Kiss shawty goodnight
Cause there's no promise to the morning
I done seen a lot of shit
I promise you can't floor me,
Lazy bitches hate me
And I love when they ignore me
Cause they don't rock with my vibe,
Im jus aluris
I ain't know that was a crime
Count this money up
The best use of my time
Bitch you cannot hang with me
You outta line like
Uh, nasty, you can't hop in my ride bitch
Uh, I ain't a taxi and you is not a sly bitch
Uh, hoe I ain't gon fly you out, you ain't my bitch
Uh, no more questions lil yapper don't you pry bitch
Fake hoe only tryna talk to me, when she faded,
Uh, I can't talk to them, I can't show my face, I can't kick it
I done had my fun, all this shit to me so jaded
Uh, I can't look you in the eye, you so green, bitch you wicked
Yea this shit I rock designer,
So it's fitted to me,
All them bitches old as hell,
So why the f*ck they gitted to me?
Swear I only jus hit 21,
I ain't old or nothin,
How you tryna hit like 26,
Eatin cold cuts
Say you like the way I rock
I know that shit is bogus
Hoe gon try to take my funds
And tussle with my focus
I jus took my baby out for dinner
We devoted
Ask me how I did it
Like I gave a bitch a potion
When it come to money
Stranger you ain't get a portion
I been tryna cop my ass a crib
With a lil porch in it
I been tryna grind up to the top
Im on the course with it
Prolly in your lil hoe top 3,
You stay in 4th, with it
She want me to choke her
Like darth Vader and use force with it
Yea I wear a mask
Because they'll tell you I was born different
Ask me bout my closet
Baby half that shit imported
Other half dracarrj
Cause stayin local still important
Gotta live a risk
Because the cubicles shit boring
Kiss shawty goodnight
Cause there's no promise to the morning
I done seen a lot of shit
I promise you can't floor me,
Lazy bitches hate me
And I love when they ignore me
Writer: Isaiah Fluharty
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC