F*ck you thought this was?
Nigga say he hot as me he must be off the drugs
They wanna do me like I'm Jesus try and cross me up
I'm DTB ain't with the scheming I won't call it love
If you can suck it like a demon baby call me up
I got 100 f*cking reasons I need all these blunts
I got 100 f*cking problems but a bitch ain't one
Too many ways to make a dollar gotta go get some
And I keep running up my bag I'm doing cardio
Jump in the whip and do the dash like Super Mario
Phazo can't stay out his bag cause he want all the smoke
Drop that bitch I did her bad ain't make the honor roll
(Marino, Marino, Marino)
Yeah, Yeah bitch I'm lit lit
I'm professor cut her off she get dismissed
How his jeans bust down with blues? his pockets big crip
I run this shit now watch this move I'm bout to kick flip
Got that lil hoe doing tricks I'm a mystic
Make yo mind and make it move this ain't physics
Yeah she heard I got that dope she need a quick fix
I can't match with none these hoes I need a lit bitch
Money on my mind, dollar signs on my mental
Told em I'm gone Spend It I done told these hoes no rentals
Got it out the flames always knew I had potential
I be with my gang like Avengers we assemble
F*ck you thought this was?
Nigga say he hot as me he must be off the drugs
They wanna do me like I'm Jesus try and cross me up
I'm DTB ain't with the scheming I won't call it love
If you can suck it like a demon baby call me up
I got 100 f*cking reasons I need all these blunts
I got 100 f*cking problems but a bitch ain't one
Too many ways to make a dollar gotta go get some
Phaze Marino - CROSS ME UP Lyrics
Phaze Marino - CROSS ME UP Lyrics
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English
F*ck you thought this was?
Nigga say he hot as me he must be off the drugs
They wanna do me like I'm Jesus try and cross me up
I'm DTB ain't with the scheming I won't call it love
If you can suck it like a demon baby call me up
I got 100 f*cking reasons I need all these blunts
I got 100 f*cking problems but a bitch ain't one
Too many ways to make a dollar gotta go get some
And I keep running up my bag I'm doing cardio
Jump in the whip and do the dash like Super Mario
Phazo can't stay out his bag cause he want all the smoke
Drop that bitch I did her bad ain't make the honor roll
(Marino, Marino, Marino)
Yeah, Yeah bitch I'm lit lit
I'm professor cut her off she get dismissed
How his jeans bust down with blues? his pockets big crip
I run this shit now watch this move I'm bout to kick flip
Got that lil hoe doing tricks I'm a mystic
Make yo mind and make it move this ain't physics
Yeah she heard I got that dope she need a quick fix
I can't match with none these hoes I need a lit bitch
Money on my mind, dollar signs on my mental
Told em I'm gone Spend It I done told these hoes no rentals
Got it out the flames always knew I had potential
I be with my gang like Avengers we assemble
F*ck you thought this was?
Nigga say he hot as me he must be off the drugs
They wanna do me like I'm Jesus try and cross me up
I'm DTB ain't with the scheming I won't call it love
If you can suck it like a demon baby call me up
I got 100 f*cking reasons I need all these blunts
I got 100 f*cking problems but a bitch ain't one
Too many ways to make a dollar gotta go get some
Nigga say he hot as me he must be off the drugs
They wanna do me like I'm Jesus try and cross me up
I'm DTB ain't with the scheming I won't call it love
If you can suck it like a demon baby call me up
I got 100 f*cking reasons I need all these blunts
I got 100 f*cking problems but a bitch ain't one
Too many ways to make a dollar gotta go get some
And I keep running up my bag I'm doing cardio
Jump in the whip and do the dash like Super Mario
Phazo can't stay out his bag cause he want all the smoke
Drop that bitch I did her bad ain't make the honor roll
(Marino, Marino, Marino)
Yeah, Yeah bitch I'm lit lit
I'm professor cut her off she get dismissed
How his jeans bust down with blues? his pockets big crip
I run this shit now watch this move I'm bout to kick flip
Got that lil hoe doing tricks I'm a mystic
Make yo mind and make it move this ain't physics
Yeah she heard I got that dope she need a quick fix
I can't match with none these hoes I need a lit bitch
Money on my mind, dollar signs on my mental
Told em I'm gone Spend It I done told these hoes no rentals
Got it out the flames always knew I had potential
I be with my gang like Avengers we assemble
F*ck you thought this was?
Nigga say he hot as me he must be off the drugs
They wanna do me like I'm Jesus try and cross me up
I'm DTB ain't with the scheming I won't call it love
If you can suck it like a demon baby call me up
I got 100 f*cking reasons I need all these blunts
I got 100 f*cking problems but a bitch ain't one
Too many ways to make a dollar gotta go get some
Writer: Josh Dover
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