Can't leave her alone
Like a blunt
I gotta to face it
Imma pull my dick out of her gut
Then make her taste it
These bitches basic
Why these little hoes got my bae sick
Lit off money, power, pussy
I can't help it
I get wasted
Can't leave her alone
Like a blunt
I gotta to face it
Imma pull my dick out of her gut
Then make her taste it
These bitches basic
Why these little hoes got my bae sick
Lit off money, power, pussy
I can't help it
I get wasted
Heartbreak kid
Woah I feel like Shawn Michaels
Money in my pocket
Yeah my wallet like a bible
I ain't wanna kill em
Only did it for survival
Your wave it's on micro
Nigga my wave it's on tidal
How your heart broke
Talking so outta pocket
F*ck your opinion
I like it I cop it
Don't wanna argue
Over shit microscopic
I'm only talking
If money the topic
Don't trap anymore
But still plugged like a socket
Sauce what you
Well little Nigga I got it
I be so high
That I feel like a pilot
I'm on my grind
I feel like team rocket
Wanna get rich
Before I die
I got the bars
Wifi
I got the chickens
Popeyes
You wanna be me
You not I
Wanna get rich
Before I die
I got the bars
Wifi
I got the chickens
Popeyes
You wanna be me
You not I
Can't leave her alone
Like a blunt
I gotta to face it
Imma pull my dick out of her gut
Then make her taste it
These bitches basic
Why these little hoes got my bae sick
Lit off money, power, pussy
I can't help it
I get wasted
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English
Can't leave her alone
Like a blunt
I gotta to face it
Imma pull my dick out of her gut
Then make her taste it
These bitches basic
Why these little hoes got my bae sick
Lit off money, power, pussy
I can't help it
I get wasted
Can't leave her alone
Like a blunt
I gotta to face it
Imma pull my dick out of her gut
Then make her taste it
These bitches basic
Why these little hoes got my bae sick
Lit off money, power, pussy
I can't help it
I get wasted
Heartbreak kid
Woah I feel like Shawn Michaels
Money in my pocket
Yeah my wallet like a bible
I ain't wanna kill em
Only did it for survival
Your wave it's on micro
Nigga my wave it's on tidal
How your heart broke
Talking so outta pocket
F*ck your opinion
I like it I cop it
Don't wanna argue
Over shit microscopic
I'm only talking
If money the topic
Don't trap anymore
But still plugged like a socket
Sauce what you
Well little Nigga I got it
I be so high
That I feel like a pilot
I'm on my grind
I feel like team rocket
Wanna get rich
Before I die
I got the bars
Wifi
I got the chickens
Popeyes
You wanna be me
You not I
Wanna get rich
Before I die
I got the bars
Wifi
I got the chickens
Popeyes
You wanna be me
You not I
Can't leave her alone
Like a blunt
I gotta to face it
Imma pull my dick out of her gut
Then make her taste it
These bitches basic
Why these little hoes got my bae sick
Lit off money, power, pussy
I can't help it
I get wasted
Like a blunt
I gotta to face it
Imma pull my dick out of her gut
Then make her taste it
These bitches basic
Why these little hoes got my bae sick
Lit off money, power, pussy
I can't help it
I get wasted
Can't leave her alone
Like a blunt
I gotta to face it
Imma pull my dick out of her gut
Then make her taste it
These bitches basic
Why these little hoes got my bae sick
Lit off money, power, pussy
I can't help it
I get wasted
Heartbreak kid
Woah I feel like Shawn Michaels
Money in my pocket
Yeah my wallet like a bible
I ain't wanna kill em
Only did it for survival
Your wave it's on micro
Nigga my wave it's on tidal
How your heart broke
Talking so outta pocket
F*ck your opinion
I like it I cop it
Don't wanna argue
Over shit microscopic
I'm only talking
If money the topic
Don't trap anymore
But still plugged like a socket
Sauce what you
Well little Nigga I got it
I be so high
That I feel like a pilot
I'm on my grind
I feel like team rocket
Wanna get rich
Before I die
I got the bars
Wifi
I got the chickens
Popeyes
You wanna be me
You not I
Wanna get rich
Before I die
I got the bars
Wifi
I got the chickens
Popeyes
You wanna be me
You not I
Can't leave her alone
Like a blunt
I gotta to face it
Imma pull my dick out of her gut
Then make her taste it
These bitches basic
Why these little hoes got my bae sick
Lit off money, power, pussy
I can't help it
I get wasted
Writer: Quentin Holley
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