Send me a beat and I swear Ima kill it
Shout out to fraud, I swear we be twinnin'
I like the ball and count up the digits
Out in the mall, she gave me her digits
If he run up then I swear I won't miss it
Always cookin', got the mic in the kitchen
Shawty stupid, she think I like these bitches
I won't shoot it, I like fightin' with fists
I see money through these Cartier lenses
Money hungry, bitch, I like to get rich
I'm into fashion and swaggin' so different
I'm in and out of the lane when I switch
Two-tone shit, grippin' the wheel with my left
She see the two-tone on my wrist
Focused on money and stacking
Cant stop thinkin' bout what happened
They look at me now, like what happened
They see I'm tattooing my body
I was a kid on the stage, had them clappin
Since I been a man, I got racks in
Wish you wasn't in the past tense
I miss you just touchin' my body
She can't get enough
Let's go get whatever you want, bae, let's pick it up
It's been a long time since my face hit your phone, bae, Like, pick it up
Let's just link, and tell me what you want, bae, Let's pick it up
Snakes in the grass, Im keeping it cut
But I ain't know they had got in my house
Pop out with fraud on the beat
These niggas be tellin' and squeakin' , just like a mouse
I know she f*ckin' with me
She standin' right next to you, reachin' out from the crowd
And that just couldn't be me
Bad bitch backstage and she want me to reach up her blouse
I don't watch boxin', but keep me some rounds
We chill in the back, but she knockin' back rounds
Slide to the crib, knockin' back to back rounds
I need a plaque sittin' next to the pounds
Whippin' the Maybach, and countin' the dough
She said, you know I hate that you need to slow down
Told her to say that if she want some more
I'm just countin' this cake that I made out of town
Straight designer on me custom
If he run up, I'ma buss him
She like to pull up and buss sum'
She know I'm tryna roll up and f*ck some
She wanna sleep at the Westin
Kick the hoe right to the curb
You're not even worth more than my weapon
And this hoe still got the nerve
She can't get enough
Let's go get whatever you want, bae, let's pick it up
It's been a long time since my face hit your phone, bae, like pick it up
Let's just link and tell me what you on, bae, let's pick it up
Let's pick it up
She can't get enough of me
When I'm not with you, bae, do you lust for me
I'm sorry, baby, these racks is a must for me
I won't forget you left em' in the dust for me
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Send me a beat and I swear Ima kill it
Shout out to fraud, I swear we be twinnin'
I like the ball and count up the digits
Out in the mall, she gave me her digits
If he run up then I swear I won't miss it
Always cookin', got the mic in the kitchen
Shawty stupid, she think I like these bitches
I won't shoot it, I like fightin' with fists
I see money through these Cartier lenses
Money hungry, bitch, I like to get rich
I'm into fashion and swaggin' so different
I'm in and out of the lane when I switch
Two-tone shit, grippin' the wheel with my left
She see the two-tone on my wrist
Focused on money and stacking
Cant stop thinkin' bout what happened
They look at me now, like what happened
They see I'm tattooing my body
I was a kid on the stage, had them clappin
Since I been a man, I got racks in
Wish you wasn't in the past tense
I miss you just touchin' my body
She can't get enough
Let's go get whatever you want, bae, let's pick it up
It's been a long time since my face hit your phone, bae, Like, pick it up
Let's just link, and tell me what you want, bae, Let's pick it up
Snakes in the grass, Im keeping it cut
But I ain't know they had got in my house
Pop out with fraud on the beat
These niggas be tellin' and squeakin' , just like a mouse
I know she f*ckin' with me
She standin' right next to you, reachin' out from the crowd
And that just couldn't be me
Bad bitch backstage and she want me to reach up her blouse
I don't watch boxin', but keep me some rounds
We chill in the back, but she knockin' back rounds
Slide to the crib, knockin' back to back rounds
I need a plaque sittin' next to the pounds
Whippin' the Maybach, and countin' the dough
She said, you know I hate that you need to slow down
Told her to say that if she want some more
I'm just countin' this cake that I made out of town
Straight designer on me custom
If he run up, I'ma buss him
She like to pull up and buss sum'
She know I'm tryna roll up and f*ck some
She wanna sleep at the Westin
Kick the hoe right to the curb
You're not even worth more than my weapon
And this hoe still got the nerve
She can't get enough
Let's go get whatever you want, bae, let's pick it up
It's been a long time since my face hit your phone, bae, like pick it up
Let's just link and tell me what you on, bae, let's pick it up
Let's pick it up
She can't get enough of me
When I'm not with you, bae, do you lust for me
I'm sorry, baby, these racks is a must for me
I won't forget you left em' in the dust for me
Shout out to fraud, I swear we be twinnin'
I like the ball and count up the digits
Out in the mall, she gave me her digits
If he run up then I swear I won't miss it
Always cookin', got the mic in the kitchen
Shawty stupid, she think I like these bitches
I won't shoot it, I like fightin' with fists
I see money through these Cartier lenses
Money hungry, bitch, I like to get rich
I'm into fashion and swaggin' so different
I'm in and out of the lane when I switch
Two-tone shit, grippin' the wheel with my left
She see the two-tone on my wrist
Focused on money and stacking
Cant stop thinkin' bout what happened
They look at me now, like what happened
They see I'm tattooing my body
I was a kid on the stage, had them clappin
Since I been a man, I got racks in
Wish you wasn't in the past tense
I miss you just touchin' my body
She can't get enough
Let's go get whatever you want, bae, let's pick it up
It's been a long time since my face hit your phone, bae, Like, pick it up
Let's just link, and tell me what you want, bae, Let's pick it up
Snakes in the grass, Im keeping it cut
But I ain't know they had got in my house
Pop out with fraud on the beat
These niggas be tellin' and squeakin' , just like a mouse
I know she f*ckin' with me
She standin' right next to you, reachin' out from the crowd
And that just couldn't be me
Bad bitch backstage and she want me to reach up her blouse
I don't watch boxin', but keep me some rounds
We chill in the back, but she knockin' back rounds
Slide to the crib, knockin' back to back rounds
I need a plaque sittin' next to the pounds
Whippin' the Maybach, and countin' the dough
She said, you know I hate that you need to slow down
Told her to say that if she want some more
I'm just countin' this cake that I made out of town
Straight designer on me custom
If he run up, I'ma buss him
She like to pull up and buss sum'
She know I'm tryna roll up and f*ck some
She wanna sleep at the Westin
Kick the hoe right to the curb
You're not even worth more than my weapon
And this hoe still got the nerve
She can't get enough
Let's go get whatever you want, bae, let's pick it up
It's been a long time since my face hit your phone, bae, like pick it up
Let's just link and tell me what you on, bae, let's pick it up
Let's pick it up
She can't get enough of me
When I'm not with you, bae, do you lust for me
I'm sorry, baby, these racks is a must for me
I won't forget you left em' in the dust for me
Writer: Kashawn Spencer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid