Yeah, I'm speeding down the highway, bitch, you know I'm passing
Got a seatbelt and it's fastened
Leave that shit up in the past tense
Your words don't line up with your actions
Baby, tell me why you acting
I don't even know what happened
I don't really care about fashion
But I'm still living lavish
Goin' crazy, goin' batshit
I need that money, I'm an addict
If you're really talking trash, motherf*cker
We can really get to scrapping
With a bitch and she the baddest
Pockets finna be the fattest
If we see you, we attacking
And we finna put your body in the attic
Whoa, oh no
Bitch, I'm rolling, yeah, I'm smoking up some dope
Bitch, you know that if we shoot it, then we score
When I'm high, you know I'm never feeling low
I'm with a bitch in the club and she back it up
I got the money in hand and it's stacking up
Three five in the wood, yeah, we wrap it up
Yeah, I been lacking, I ain't dropping fast enough
Bitch, I'm puffin', puffin', never pass it up
Bitch, I'm chiefin' on it
The tide's getting closer, it's washing me out
The night's getting colder when you're not around
The time's getting shorter, I'm high, never sober
And I need some closure from you right nom
Yeah, I'm speeding down the highway, bitch, you know I'm passing
Go a seatbelt and it's fastened
Leave that shit up in the past tense
Your words don't line up with your actions
Baby, tell me why you acting
I don't even know what happened
I don't really care about fashion
But I'm still living lavish
Goin' crazy, goin' batshit
I need that money, I'm an addict
If you're really talking trash, motherf*cker
We can really get to scrapping
With a bitch and she the baddest
Pockets finna be the fattest
If we see you, we attacking
And we finna put your body in the attic
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Yeah, I'm speeding down the highway, bitch, you know I'm passing
Got a seatbelt and it's fastened
Leave that shit up in the past tense
Your words don't line up with your actions
Baby, tell me why you acting
I don't even know what happened
I don't really care about fashion
But I'm still living lavish
Goin' crazy, goin' batshit
I need that money, I'm an addict
If you're really talking trash, motherf*cker
We can really get to scrapping
With a bitch and she the baddest
Pockets finna be the fattest
If we see you, we attacking
And we finna put your body in the attic
Whoa, oh no
Bitch, I'm rolling, yeah, I'm smoking up some dope
Bitch, you know that if we shoot it, then we score
When I'm high, you know I'm never feeling low
I'm with a bitch in the club and she back it up
I got the money in hand and it's stacking up
Three five in the wood, yeah, we wrap it up
Yeah, I been lacking, I ain't dropping fast enough
Bitch, I'm puffin', puffin', never pass it up
Bitch, I'm chiefin' on it
The tide's getting closer, it's washing me out
The night's getting colder when you're not around
The time's getting shorter, I'm high, never sober
And I need some closure from you right nom
Yeah, I'm speeding down the highway, bitch, you know I'm passing
Go a seatbelt and it's fastened
Leave that shit up in the past tense
Your words don't line up with your actions
Baby, tell me why you acting
I don't even know what happened
I don't really care about fashion
But I'm still living lavish
Goin' crazy, goin' batshit
I need that money, I'm an addict
If you're really talking trash, motherf*cker
We can really get to scrapping
With a bitch and she the baddest
Pockets finna be the fattest
If we see you, we attacking
And we finna put your body in the attic
Got a seatbelt and it's fastened
Leave that shit up in the past tense
Your words don't line up with your actions
Baby, tell me why you acting
I don't even know what happened
I don't really care about fashion
But I'm still living lavish
Goin' crazy, goin' batshit
I need that money, I'm an addict
If you're really talking trash, motherf*cker
We can really get to scrapping
With a bitch and she the baddest
Pockets finna be the fattest
If we see you, we attacking
And we finna put your body in the attic
Whoa, oh no
Bitch, I'm rolling, yeah, I'm smoking up some dope
Bitch, you know that if we shoot it, then we score
When I'm high, you know I'm never feeling low
I'm with a bitch in the club and she back it up
I got the money in hand and it's stacking up
Three five in the wood, yeah, we wrap it up
Yeah, I been lacking, I ain't dropping fast enough
Bitch, I'm puffin', puffin', never pass it up
Bitch, I'm chiefin' on it
The tide's getting closer, it's washing me out
The night's getting colder when you're not around
The time's getting shorter, I'm high, never sober
And I need some closure from you right nom
Yeah, I'm speeding down the highway, bitch, you know I'm passing
Go a seatbelt and it's fastened
Leave that shit up in the past tense
Your words don't line up with your actions
Baby, tell me why you acting
I don't even know what happened
I don't really care about fashion
But I'm still living lavish
Goin' crazy, goin' batshit
I need that money, I'm an addict
If you're really talking trash, motherf*cker
We can really get to scrapping
With a bitch and she the baddest
Pockets finna be the fattest
If we see you, we attacking
And we finna put your body in the attic
Writer: Aiden Frechette
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid