F*cked that bitch in the hotel Come on baby I won't tell
I ran my money up And I'm doing quite well
I hope one day I can send all these haters straight to hell
Call me future, the way I be on one I won't stop grinding till I see the sun
You a broke little boy, yeah, you a f*cking bum
I be leaning off the drugs so much, it's not fun
Call me Dave Blunts it's the way I be talking to the sun
Talking to the sun
I don't know what to do, that's not me Popping all these pills, that's not me
Being lonely and depressed, that's not me Only thing I care about is getting money
I know I'm in my feels, but I really keep it sealed
Started doing drugs just to feel real
Doing all these drugs, yeah, that's the real deal
Just like Yeat, yeah, that's the real spill
F*cked this bitch and left her, yeah, I'm real ill
Hoes on my dick like 24-7
Balling on the court like my name Devon
Bitch give me sloppy like 7-eleven
F*cked that bitch in the hotel Come on baby I won't tell
I ran my money up and I'm doing quite well
I hope one day I can send all these haters straight to hell
I hope one day I can send all these haters straight to hell
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F*cked that bitch in the hotel Come on baby I won't tell
I ran my money up And I'm doing quite well
I hope one day I can send all these haters straight to hell
Call me future, the way I be on one I won't stop grinding till I see the sun
You a broke little boy, yeah, you a f*cking bum
I be leaning off the drugs so much, it's not fun
Call me Dave Blunts it's the way I be talking to the sun
Talking to the sun
I don't know what to do, that's not me Popping all these pills, that's not me
Being lonely and depressed, that's not me Only thing I care about is getting money
I know I'm in my feels, but I really keep it sealed
Started doing drugs just to feel real
Doing all these drugs, yeah, that's the real deal
Just like Yeat, yeah, that's the real spill
F*cked this bitch and left her, yeah, I'm real ill
Hoes on my dick like 24-7
Balling on the court like my name Devon
Bitch give me sloppy like 7-eleven
F*cked that bitch in the hotel Come on baby I won't tell
I ran my money up and I'm doing quite well
I hope one day I can send all these haters straight to hell
I hope one day I can send all these haters straight to hell
I ran my money up And I'm doing quite well
I hope one day I can send all these haters straight to hell
Call me future, the way I be on one I won't stop grinding till I see the sun
You a broke little boy, yeah, you a f*cking bum
I be leaning off the drugs so much, it's not fun
Call me Dave Blunts it's the way I be talking to the sun
Talking to the sun
I don't know what to do, that's not me Popping all these pills, that's not me
Being lonely and depressed, that's not me Only thing I care about is getting money
I know I'm in my feels, but I really keep it sealed
Started doing drugs just to feel real
Doing all these drugs, yeah, that's the real deal
Just like Yeat, yeah, that's the real spill
F*cked this bitch and left her, yeah, I'm real ill
Hoes on my dick like 24-7
Balling on the court like my name Devon
Bitch give me sloppy like 7-eleven
F*cked that bitch in the hotel Come on baby I won't tell
I ran my money up and I'm doing quite well
I hope one day I can send all these haters straight to hell
I hope one day I can send all these haters straight to hell
Writer: Jackson Darragh
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