Niggas be broke, I can't relate I jumped the line, I couldn't wait
Fear no man, I give him eight and I stay on ten, won't take the bait
He goin' inside, it's gettin' late she taste so sweet like Minute Maid
On the court, got minutes played She ain't worried bout shit, her ticket paid
He gon' pop out, do him dirty and it's early, leave him red
When I pop out, I ain't worried I got angels above my head
I put all my trust in niggas, end up leavin' me for dead
I ain't chasin' no more bitches, got you stuck inside my head
Love how I move, gentleman he gon pop that door to that minivan
Keepin' it quiet like Vinnie Man nah ion wanna talk to no middleman
Chasin' that bag is what I do I got cash, it come in blue
You want one, I got a few You can't lie, I do it too
My bitch look good in Gucci F*ck that, let's make a movie
Bad bitch be gettin' moody I'ma make you wish you knew me
(Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah)
That's my evil twin No L's I take to win
Lately, I've been goin' in
Niggas be broke, I can't relate I jumped a line, I couldn't wait
Fear no man, I give him eight and I stay on ten, won't take the bait
He goin' inside, it's gettin' late She taste so sweet like Minute Maid
On the court, got minutes played She ain't worried bout shit, her ticket paid
He gon' pop out, do him dirty and it's early, leave him red
When I pop out, I ain't worried I got angels above my head
I put all my trust in niggas, end up leavin' me for dead
I ain't chasin' no more bitches, got you stuck inside my head
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Niggas be broke, I can't relate I jumped the line, I couldn't wait
Fear no man, I give him eight and I stay on ten, won't take the bait
He goin' inside, it's gettin' late she taste so sweet like Minute Maid
On the court, got minutes played She ain't worried bout shit, her ticket paid
He gon' pop out, do him dirty and it's early, leave him red
When I pop out, I ain't worried I got angels above my head
I put all my trust in niggas, end up leavin' me for dead
I ain't chasin' no more bitches, got you stuck inside my head
Love how I move, gentleman he gon pop that door to that minivan
Keepin' it quiet like Vinnie Man nah ion wanna talk to no middleman
Chasin' that bag is what I do I got cash, it come in blue
You want one, I got a few You can't lie, I do it too
My bitch look good in Gucci F*ck that, let's make a movie
Bad bitch be gettin' moody I'ma make you wish you knew me
(Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah)
That's my evil twin No L's I take to win
Lately, I've been goin' in
Niggas be broke, I can't relate I jumped a line, I couldn't wait
Fear no man, I give him eight and I stay on ten, won't take the bait
He goin' inside, it's gettin' late She taste so sweet like Minute Maid
On the court, got minutes played She ain't worried bout shit, her ticket paid
He gon' pop out, do him dirty and it's early, leave him red
When I pop out, I ain't worried I got angels above my head
I put all my trust in niggas, end up leavin' me for dead
I ain't chasin' no more bitches, got you stuck inside my head
Fear no man, I give him eight and I stay on ten, won't take the bait
He goin' inside, it's gettin' late she taste so sweet like Minute Maid
On the court, got minutes played She ain't worried bout shit, her ticket paid
He gon' pop out, do him dirty and it's early, leave him red
When I pop out, I ain't worried I got angels above my head
I put all my trust in niggas, end up leavin' me for dead
I ain't chasin' no more bitches, got you stuck inside my head
Love how I move, gentleman he gon pop that door to that minivan
Keepin' it quiet like Vinnie Man nah ion wanna talk to no middleman
Chasin' that bag is what I do I got cash, it come in blue
You want one, I got a few You can't lie, I do it too
My bitch look good in Gucci F*ck that, let's make a movie
Bad bitch be gettin' moody I'ma make you wish you knew me
(Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah)
That's my evil twin No L's I take to win
Lately, I've been goin' in
Niggas be broke, I can't relate I jumped a line, I couldn't wait
Fear no man, I give him eight and I stay on ten, won't take the bait
He goin' inside, it's gettin' late She taste so sweet like Minute Maid
On the court, got minutes played She ain't worried bout shit, her ticket paid
He gon' pop out, do him dirty and it's early, leave him red
When I pop out, I ain't worried I got angels above my head
I put all my trust in niggas, end up leavin' me for dead
I ain't chasin' no more bitches, got you stuck inside my head
Writer: Beny Sahilu
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