Okay, check
Oh no
Oh no
Yeah, told her I love her but I didn't mean it
Love my cash but not your feelings
All these pussy niggas testin come on boy, get out your feelings
All we knew is what is right, stick run down, go grab my pipe
Shit been super sane go count a brick and throw it to the side yeah
Oh no, Lord knows
Expression aimin' with a scope up from power rangin' in my Zord I told him up the smoke
They've been laughin' like a joker (joker) thinkin' I'ma fold
F*ck inpacitated pass it to you hope my raps will make it but I don't know (oh na na na)
Yeah
I gotta go whippin' that Murcielago
Goddamn, I just poured up a four
But I still ain't movin' slow
F*ck it, I might as well roll up the dro
Bud in my blunt don't put it in no grabba
Blood in my cup sip red like vodka, lil' shawty hate when I'm drunk cause she love to make drama
I'm tryna f*ck on this bitch and her mama
Make her boyfriend get mad, make him my son like Osama
No you don't got no bag, but I got coma on coma
You know I been on my shit, just want the money don't care bouta bitch
Told her I love her but I ain't mean it I been too busy tryna get rich
Told her I love her but I didn't mean it,
Love my cash but not your feelings
All these pussy niggas testin come on boy, get out your feelings
All we knew is what is right, stick run down, go grab my pipe
Shit been super sane go count a brick and throw it to the side yeah
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Okay, check
Oh no
Oh no
Yeah, told her I love her but I didn't mean it
Love my cash but not your feelings
All these pussy niggas testin come on boy, get out your feelings
All we knew is what is right, stick run down, go grab my pipe
Shit been super sane go count a brick and throw it to the side yeah
Oh no, Lord knows
Expression aimin' with a scope up from power rangin' in my Zord I told him up the smoke
They've been laughin' like a joker (joker) thinkin' I'ma fold
F*ck inpacitated pass it to you hope my raps will make it but I don't know (oh na na na)
Yeah
I gotta go whippin' that Murcielago
Goddamn, I just poured up a four
But I still ain't movin' slow
F*ck it, I might as well roll up the dro
Bud in my blunt don't put it in no grabba
Blood in my cup sip red like vodka, lil' shawty hate when I'm drunk cause she love to make drama
I'm tryna f*ck on this bitch and her mama
Make her boyfriend get mad, make him my son like Osama
No you don't got no bag, but I got coma on coma
You know I been on my shit, just want the money don't care bouta bitch
Told her I love her but I ain't mean it I been too busy tryna get rich
Told her I love her but I didn't mean it,
Love my cash but not your feelings
All these pussy niggas testin come on boy, get out your feelings
All we knew is what is right, stick run down, go grab my pipe
Shit been super sane go count a brick and throw it to the side yeah
Oh no
Oh no
Yeah, told her I love her but I didn't mean it
Love my cash but not your feelings
All these pussy niggas testin come on boy, get out your feelings
All we knew is what is right, stick run down, go grab my pipe
Shit been super sane go count a brick and throw it to the side yeah
Oh no, Lord knows
Expression aimin' with a scope up from power rangin' in my Zord I told him up the smoke
They've been laughin' like a joker (joker) thinkin' I'ma fold
F*ck inpacitated pass it to you hope my raps will make it but I don't know (oh na na na)
Yeah
I gotta go whippin' that Murcielago
Goddamn, I just poured up a four
But I still ain't movin' slow
F*ck it, I might as well roll up the dro
Bud in my blunt don't put it in no grabba
Blood in my cup sip red like vodka, lil' shawty hate when I'm drunk cause she love to make drama
I'm tryna f*ck on this bitch and her mama
Make her boyfriend get mad, make him my son like Osama
No you don't got no bag, but I got coma on coma
You know I been on my shit, just want the money don't care bouta bitch
Told her I love her but I ain't mean it I been too busy tryna get rich
Told her I love her but I didn't mean it,
Love my cash but not your feelings
All these pussy niggas testin come on boy, get out your feelings
All we knew is what is right, stick run down, go grab my pipe
Shit been super sane go count a brick and throw it to the side yeah
Writer: Joshua Montoya
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Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid