Baby, can't you tell I'm doin' well, my pockets fat
I stay low and out the way, these niggas copyin' my swag
These bitches mad, they want my heart and I can't even give them half
I'm in my bag, I ain't trippin' off no bitch that I been had
Hey, cause baby, can't you tell I'm doin' well, my pockets fat
All my friends are dead, I think I fell in love with Counting Cash
I'm in the field, I got addiction, baby, think I got attached
Like, oh my God, what I be sayin', how this bitch can throw it back, she make it clap
I'm In the field and on the mic, I ball in two lanes
Can't get this bitch up off my dick, she all in my face
I finally got some change and it's like, all these niggas changin' on me
Baby, can't you tell I'm outta love, yea I just want my money
Baby, if you listenin', I been doin' good
But the homies ain't the homies to the neck, all through they hood
I got a chopstick, this bitch keep sayin' that I'm not shit
Like keep on playin' with my time, I put her on the blocklist
Baby, can't you tell I'm doin' well, my pockets fat
I stay low and out the way, these niggas copyin' my swag
These bitches mad, they want my heart and I can't even give them half
I'm in my bag, I ain't trippin' off no bitch that I been had
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Baby, can't you tell I'm doin' well, my pockets fat
I stay low and out the way, these niggas copyin' my swag
These bitches mad, they want my heart and I can't even give them half
I'm in my bag, I ain't trippin' off no bitch that I been had
Hey, cause baby, can't you tell I'm doin' well, my pockets fat
All my friends are dead, I think I fell in love with Counting Cash
I'm in the field, I got addiction, baby, think I got attached
Like, oh my God, what I be sayin', how this bitch can throw it back, she make it clap
I'm In the field and on the mic, I ball in two lanes
Can't get this bitch up off my dick, she all in my face
I finally got some change and it's like, all these niggas changin' on me
Baby, can't you tell I'm outta love, yea I just want my money
Baby, if you listenin', I been doin' good
But the homies ain't the homies to the neck, all through they hood
I got a chopstick, this bitch keep sayin' that I'm not shit
Like keep on playin' with my time, I put her on the blocklist
Baby, can't you tell I'm doin' well, my pockets fat
I stay low and out the way, these niggas copyin' my swag
These bitches mad, they want my heart and I can't even give them half
I'm in my bag, I ain't trippin' off no bitch that I been had
I stay low and out the way, these niggas copyin' my swag
These bitches mad, they want my heart and I can't even give them half
I'm in my bag, I ain't trippin' off no bitch that I been had
Hey, cause baby, can't you tell I'm doin' well, my pockets fat
All my friends are dead, I think I fell in love with Counting Cash
I'm in the field, I got addiction, baby, think I got attached
Like, oh my God, what I be sayin', how this bitch can throw it back, she make it clap
I'm In the field and on the mic, I ball in two lanes
Can't get this bitch up off my dick, she all in my face
I finally got some change and it's like, all these niggas changin' on me
Baby, can't you tell I'm outta love, yea I just want my money
Baby, if you listenin', I been doin' good
But the homies ain't the homies to the neck, all through they hood
I got a chopstick, this bitch keep sayin' that I'm not shit
Like keep on playin' with my time, I put her on the blocklist
Baby, can't you tell I'm doin' well, my pockets fat
I stay low and out the way, these niggas copyin' my swag
These bitches mad, they want my heart and I can't even give them half
I'm in my bag, I ain't trippin' off no bitch that I been had
Writer: Bubba 253
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