wabey - Saditty Lyrics

I keep countin' money till I spiral out control My bitch, she's super pretty, look like she
Belong in Vogue Hoes said diddy and they gon' f*ck for sure
Hoes was pretty, had to take the hoe to go I get that chill, I look way down in there
I got enough, I want you and your friends Stalkin' for real, I can never pretend

Climb to the top and that bitch never end Realest that I know, probably a Glock
Pull up in the hood, cause these bitches is hot
A man come out, so I leave on the dock Crack again, before I leave out the spot
Uh, leave out the spot, leave out the spot Crack again, before I leave out the spot

Fell asleep, cause I mentioned that syrup with that lemon lime
Blew up my line and I don't even read it Tell the hoe to shut up when I'm speakin
Keep the pussy, I don't need it Cause I got that bread and I'm cheesin
I got ass, I got me reakin' I light it up cause I need it

Bitch, you wanna f*ck with a real nigga like me
I just pulled up, I got Wocky in a high seat My bitch, she drinkin' iced tea
Niggas wanna be like me, I feel like a hype beast
Bitch, I got that shit on, mixed bitch, she too tone

Mixed blood, I'm too gone I just get that salad, but I sweat it on my
Front row I keep countin' money till I spiral out
Control My bitch, she's super pretty, look like she
Was long in vogue Hoes said diddy and they gon' f*ck for sure

Hoes was pretty, had to take the hoe to go I get that 10 out of the way, that ain't
Nan I got enough, I want you and your friend
Stackin' for real, I can never pretend Climb to the top and that bitch never end
Realest that I know, probably a Glock Callin' the hoes cause them bitches is high

My man comin' home, so I leave on the dock Crack again, before I leave out the spot
Leave out the spot, leave out the spot Crack again, before I leave out the spot
Twig got off, I find out my gang goin' fast We out and we spinnin, we lookin' for racks
Real hunnids, they gon' knock off your head I f*ck your bitch when I hop off the jet

Niggas just get like I'm cool on the train These bitches, they go, it ain't nothin' for brain
Big body, sorry, can't stay out your lane Muffler cut out in front of the street
He's all too loud, I can't keep it discreet I asked her, why you botherin' me
She said, cause you got it like lottery I took the bitch and she fond of me

I took the bitch and she fond of me