Turn me up a lil more
Woah
Hehe, yeah
Pull off in a hell cat like a banshee
Shawty recognize I'm him, now she on D
Baddie addict, coochie habit, I should've been stopped
She can't order her food, she tryna make TikToks
She bout to crash out, she drunk as hell
Sucking my dick in the car, she clean it up , Auto Bell
She nasty, get two thumbs up
Lace front HD tell them hoes to get they funds up
All of my bitches real thick, tell yours step they buns up
Chasin paper, I'm doing that shit from sun down to sun up
You don't want compassionship, you want blue hunnids
You want cash money, baby, you a true Stunna
I don't put my faith in much
But a dollar bill and a man above
Tried love, but it really sucks
Oh well, maybe next summer
Uber black truck, got some pretty bitches in it
Oh that's your best friend, yeah, go best friend
Grab up on ha titties
I can teach you to P shit nigga, tap in with me
You wanna know the real her, look at her finsta
Different type of sauce, can't get this mixture
Have you ever seen a boss, come take my picture
I'm with a 10 out of 10 at Eddy Vs for dinner
Look like a trophy wife note to myself you winning
In the gym loading up my biceps I'm pending
You turned your back on me, f*ck you, good riddance
I'ma still up that score one day, nigga, I ain't trippin
But f*ck all that, we gon' have fun today
I don't put my faith in much
But a dollar bill and a man above
Tried love, but it really sucks
Oh well, maybe next summer
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Turn me up a lil more
Woah
Hehe, yeah
Pull off in a hell cat like a banshee
Shawty recognize I'm him, now she on D
Baddie addict, coochie habit, I should've been stopped
She can't order her food, she tryna make TikToks
She bout to crash out, she drunk as hell
Sucking my dick in the car, she clean it up , Auto Bell
She nasty, get two thumbs up
Lace front HD tell them hoes to get they funds up
All of my bitches real thick, tell yours step they buns up
Chasin paper, I'm doing that shit from sun down to sun up
You don't want compassionship, you want blue hunnids
You want cash money, baby, you a true Stunna
I don't put my faith in much
But a dollar bill and a man above
Tried love, but it really sucks
Oh well, maybe next summer
Uber black truck, got some pretty bitches in it
Oh that's your best friend, yeah, go best friend
Grab up on ha titties
I can teach you to P shit nigga, tap in with me
You wanna know the real her, look at her finsta
Different type of sauce, can't get this mixture
Have you ever seen a boss, come take my picture
I'm with a 10 out of 10 at Eddy Vs for dinner
Look like a trophy wife note to myself you winning
In the gym loading up my biceps I'm pending
You turned your back on me, f*ck you, good riddance
I'ma still up that score one day, nigga, I ain't trippin
But f*ck all that, we gon' have fun today
I don't put my faith in much
But a dollar bill and a man above
Tried love, but it really sucks
Oh well, maybe next summer
Woah
Hehe, yeah
Pull off in a hell cat like a banshee
Shawty recognize I'm him, now she on D
Baddie addict, coochie habit, I should've been stopped
She can't order her food, she tryna make TikToks
She bout to crash out, she drunk as hell
Sucking my dick in the car, she clean it up , Auto Bell
She nasty, get two thumbs up
Lace front HD tell them hoes to get they funds up
All of my bitches real thick, tell yours step they buns up
Chasin paper, I'm doing that shit from sun down to sun up
You don't want compassionship, you want blue hunnids
You want cash money, baby, you a true Stunna
I don't put my faith in much
But a dollar bill and a man above
Tried love, but it really sucks
Oh well, maybe next summer
Uber black truck, got some pretty bitches in it
Oh that's your best friend, yeah, go best friend
Grab up on ha titties
I can teach you to P shit nigga, tap in with me
You wanna know the real her, look at her finsta
Different type of sauce, can't get this mixture
Have you ever seen a boss, come take my picture
I'm with a 10 out of 10 at Eddy Vs for dinner
Look like a trophy wife note to myself you winning
In the gym loading up my biceps I'm pending
You turned your back on me, f*ck you, good riddance
I'ma still up that score one day, nigga, I ain't trippin
But f*ck all that, we gon' have fun today
I don't put my faith in much
But a dollar bill and a man above
Tried love, but it really sucks
Oh well, maybe next summer
Writer: R Crawford
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