Niggas be fake for no reason
I'd rather get rich than get even
I fell asleep next to a demon
Now she tell me she gone keep it
I'm way to in love with weed sex and money can't spare her no feelings
Some friends turned to foes some bros turned to hoes I'm numb to the feeling
Niggas be fake for no reason
I'd rather get rich than get even
I fell asleep next to a demon
Now she tell me she gone keep it
I'm way to in love with weed sex and money can't spare her no feelings
Some friends turned to foes some bros turned to hoes I'm numb to the feeling
I think I'm in love with the bag ohh
Turned downed a bitch that was bad for it
If her neck ain't sloppy she mad boring
I keep the gang close cause I'm paranoid
She f*cking my homie i guess so
Was taught not to trip over any hoes
Never Fear tatt on my damn soul
If he keep on chattin bro get the pole
She a plane Jane she don't got no emoji
Niggas be calling me bro but don't know me
I showed her around now she f*cking the homies
Bitches the only ones calling me phony
She telling her friends I don't got no emotions
All her friends know cause I f*cked em before her
She tired of playing she just want some closure
Im chasing the money is all that I told her
Lord knows
How it gets cold
So cold
By ya damn self
I can't
Let the bros
Get it bussin
By they damn self
Niggas be fake for no reason
I'd rather get rich than get even
I fell asleep next to a demon
Now she tell me she gone keep it
I'm way to in love with weed sex and money can't spare her no feelings
Some friends turned to foes some bros turned to hoes I'm numb to the feeling
Niggas be fake for no reason
I'd rather get rich than get even, ohh
I fell asleep next to a demon
Now she tell me she gone keep it oh no
I'm way to in love with weed sex and money can't spare her no feelings
Some friends turned to foes some bros turned to hoes I'm numb to the feeling
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Niggas be fake for no reason
I'd rather get rich than get even
I fell asleep next to a demon
Now she tell me she gone keep it
I'm way to in love with weed sex and money can't spare her no feelings
Some friends turned to foes some bros turned to hoes I'm numb to the feeling
Niggas be fake for no reason
I'd rather get rich than get even
I fell asleep next to a demon
Now she tell me she gone keep it
I'm way to in love with weed sex and money can't spare her no feelings
Some friends turned to foes some bros turned to hoes I'm numb to the feeling
I think I'm in love with the bag ohh
Turned downed a bitch that was bad for it
If her neck ain't sloppy she mad boring
I keep the gang close cause I'm paranoid
She f*cking my homie i guess so
Was taught not to trip over any hoes
Never Fear tatt on my damn soul
If he keep on chattin bro get the pole
She a plane Jane she don't got no emoji
Niggas be calling me bro but don't know me
I showed her around now she f*cking the homies
Bitches the only ones calling me phony
She telling her friends I don't got no emotions
All her friends know cause I f*cked em before her
She tired of playing she just want some closure
Im chasing the money is all that I told her
Lord knows
How it gets cold
So cold
By ya damn self
I can't
Let the bros
Get it bussin
By they damn self
Niggas be fake for no reason
I'd rather get rich than get even
I fell asleep next to a demon
Now she tell me she gone keep it
I'm way to in love with weed sex and money can't spare her no feelings
Some friends turned to foes some bros turned to hoes I'm numb to the feeling
Niggas be fake for no reason
I'd rather get rich than get even, ohh
I fell asleep next to a demon
Now she tell me she gone keep it oh no
I'm way to in love with weed sex and money can't spare her no feelings
Some friends turned to foes some bros turned to hoes I'm numb to the feeling
I'd rather get rich than get even
I fell asleep next to a demon
Now she tell me she gone keep it
I'm way to in love with weed sex and money can't spare her no feelings
Some friends turned to foes some bros turned to hoes I'm numb to the feeling
Niggas be fake for no reason
I'd rather get rich than get even
I fell asleep next to a demon
Now she tell me she gone keep it
I'm way to in love with weed sex and money can't spare her no feelings
Some friends turned to foes some bros turned to hoes I'm numb to the feeling
I think I'm in love with the bag ohh
Turned downed a bitch that was bad for it
If her neck ain't sloppy she mad boring
I keep the gang close cause I'm paranoid
She f*cking my homie i guess so
Was taught not to trip over any hoes
Never Fear tatt on my damn soul
If he keep on chattin bro get the pole
She a plane Jane she don't got no emoji
Niggas be calling me bro but don't know me
I showed her around now she f*cking the homies
Bitches the only ones calling me phony
She telling her friends I don't got no emotions
All her friends know cause I f*cked em before her
She tired of playing she just want some closure
Im chasing the money is all that I told her
Lord knows
How it gets cold
So cold
By ya damn self
I can't
Let the bros
Get it bussin
By they damn self
Niggas be fake for no reason
I'd rather get rich than get even
I fell asleep next to a demon
Now she tell me she gone keep it
I'm way to in love with weed sex and money can't spare her no feelings
Some friends turned to foes some bros turned to hoes I'm numb to the feeling
Niggas be fake for no reason
I'd rather get rich than get even, ohh
I fell asleep next to a demon
Now she tell me she gone keep it oh no
I'm way to in love with weed sex and money can't spare her no feelings
Some friends turned to foes some bros turned to hoes I'm numb to the feeling
Writer: LeVon Dixon
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