Stay so fresh so clean
Yea they like me
Hit from the back
And buss up that pussy
She wet I get excited
Niggas always speakin on my name
I don't care
But when I shoot just know that I got aim
I don't think they like me
Counting this money
I get to the guap
I know you see these diamonds
I get high
I hit this blunt
I'm feeling like a pilot
How you come her talkin shit
The whole time u was hiding
How u talkin shit but u gon steal my swag
F*ckin on your baby
While I'm grinding for the bag
No I do not want you
But I'll save ya ass for last
Why u actin fake
Ig I'll pull up in a jag
I'll cop me a jag and rari
I'm gettin this paper
I gotta bag of hunneds
So do me a favor
She gettin mad redundant
I gotta cake her
Look at these one hunneds
Buy me some flavor
Buy me some flavor
I gotta cake gotta
Chasin this paper
My youngins eat
We gon some sleep later
I gotta your bitch
And she poppin her pussy
She want me to cake her
I got this chopper
And I keep extendos
So do me favor
All my niggas hustle
F*ck the last
Counting all this paper
Yea we f*ckin up the stack
No I do not want you
I'll still hit it from back
Roll another blunt
I swea I think I'll have to pass
Always on my dick
Because I made it out the struggle
Now I'm rockin Prada
And I'm steady on my hustle
Gg on my belt
U actin ig it's f*ck u
Now I'm gettin rich
That little bitch she wanna cuddle
Stay so fresh so clean
Yea they like me
Hit from the back
And buss up that pussy
She wet I get excited
Niggas always speakin on my name
Idc but when I shoot just know that I got aim
When I f*ck her from the front
It sound like that bitch dying
How u talking shit
And then u claim that u was riding
U was never with me
Bitch so please stop all the lying
Put her on her stomach
Now I think lil baby crying
How u talkin shit but u gon steal my swag
F*ckin on your baby
While I'm grinding for the bag
No I do not want you
But I'll save ya ass for last
Why u actin fake
Ig I'll pull up in a jag
I'll cop me a jag and rari
I'm gettin this paper
I gotta bag of hunneds
So do me a favor
She gettin mad redundant
I gotta cake her
Look at these one hunneds
Buy me some flavor
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Stay so fresh so clean
Yea they like me
Hit from the back
And buss up that pussy
She wet I get excited
Niggas always speakin on my name
I don't care
But when I shoot just know that I got aim
I don't think they like me
Counting this money
I get to the guap
I know you see these diamonds
I get high
I hit this blunt
I'm feeling like a pilot
How you come her talkin shit
The whole time u was hiding
How u talkin shit but u gon steal my swag
F*ckin on your baby
While I'm grinding for the bag
No I do not want you
But I'll save ya ass for last
Why u actin fake
Ig I'll pull up in a jag
I'll cop me a jag and rari
I'm gettin this paper
I gotta bag of hunneds
So do me a favor
She gettin mad redundant
I gotta cake her
Look at these one hunneds
Buy me some flavor
Buy me some flavor
I gotta cake gotta
Chasin this paper
My youngins eat
We gon some sleep later
I gotta your bitch
And she poppin her pussy
She want me to cake her
I got this chopper
And I keep extendos
So do me favor
All my niggas hustle
F*ck the last
Counting all this paper
Yea we f*ckin up the stack
No I do not want you
I'll still hit it from back
Roll another blunt
I swea I think I'll have to pass
Always on my dick
Because I made it out the struggle
Now I'm rockin Prada
And I'm steady on my hustle
Gg on my belt
U actin ig it's f*ck u
Now I'm gettin rich
That little bitch she wanna cuddle
Stay so fresh so clean
Yea they like me
Hit from the back
And buss up that pussy
She wet I get excited
Niggas always speakin on my name
Idc but when I shoot just know that I got aim
When I f*ck her from the front
It sound like that bitch dying
How u talking shit
And then u claim that u was riding
U was never with me
Bitch so please stop all the lying
Put her on her stomach
Now I think lil baby crying
How u talkin shit but u gon steal my swag
F*ckin on your baby
While I'm grinding for the bag
No I do not want you
But I'll save ya ass for last
Why u actin fake
Ig I'll pull up in a jag
I'll cop me a jag and rari
I'm gettin this paper
I gotta bag of hunneds
So do me a favor
She gettin mad redundant
I gotta cake her
Look at these one hunneds
Buy me some flavor
Yea they like me
Hit from the back
And buss up that pussy
She wet I get excited
Niggas always speakin on my name
I don't care
But when I shoot just know that I got aim
I don't think they like me
Counting this money
I get to the guap
I know you see these diamonds
I get high
I hit this blunt
I'm feeling like a pilot
How you come her talkin shit
The whole time u was hiding
How u talkin shit but u gon steal my swag
F*ckin on your baby
While I'm grinding for the bag
No I do not want you
But I'll save ya ass for last
Why u actin fake
Ig I'll pull up in a jag
I'll cop me a jag and rari
I'm gettin this paper
I gotta bag of hunneds
So do me a favor
She gettin mad redundant
I gotta cake her
Look at these one hunneds
Buy me some flavor
Buy me some flavor
I gotta cake gotta
Chasin this paper
My youngins eat
We gon some sleep later
I gotta your bitch
And she poppin her pussy
She want me to cake her
I got this chopper
And I keep extendos
So do me favor
All my niggas hustle
F*ck the last
Counting all this paper
Yea we f*ckin up the stack
No I do not want you
I'll still hit it from back
Roll another blunt
I swea I think I'll have to pass
Always on my dick
Because I made it out the struggle
Now I'm rockin Prada
And I'm steady on my hustle
Gg on my belt
U actin ig it's f*ck u
Now I'm gettin rich
That little bitch she wanna cuddle
Stay so fresh so clean
Yea they like me
Hit from the back
And buss up that pussy
She wet I get excited
Niggas always speakin on my name
Idc but when I shoot just know that I got aim
When I f*ck her from the front
It sound like that bitch dying
How u talking shit
And then u claim that u was riding
U was never with me
Bitch so please stop all the lying
Put her on her stomach
Now I think lil baby crying
How u talkin shit but u gon steal my swag
F*ckin on your baby
While I'm grinding for the bag
No I do not want you
But I'll save ya ass for last
Why u actin fake
Ig I'll pull up in a jag
I'll cop me a jag and rari
I'm gettin this paper
I gotta bag of hunneds
So do me a favor
She gettin mad redundant
I gotta cake her
Look at these one hunneds
Buy me some flavor
Writer: David Mallery
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