Money name is uh, Money Mikee player, how you doin?
Think it's sad as hell how they had to tell me I ain't got talent
Gotta let these niggas know if they keep dickriding they gone lose balance
Bitch, I'm the real deal Babyboi5, we ain't doin no flaggin
His lil' bitch gone, she outside partying with the sharks, shoutout Lil' Cali
Them bitches in dorm throughout the week, I'm like a savage
I'm on a T-break, but when I'm off, call up lil' Kado for that cabbage
I'm in the scenes with B5 and lil' Mir while Italie work that cannon
No, you can't take no picture while you here, you know we ain't doing no cameras, uh
Step team
Feel like Boston Richey, I'm like"baby, can you help me?"
Pretty brown thing, I get to geeking when she text me
She been on my mind, I tell her come through and caress me
May not know me now, but pretty soon you gone respect me
These niggas know we ain't going for shit, uh
I remember riding on the southside when they had bent, uh
Ain't got no right to tweak out on me, you is not my bitch, uh
She don't even like my ass for real, she just like my wrist, uh
And that bitch know I'on trust her for nun
She ain't even noticed that I had blocked her on Instagram, yeah, I'm finna cut her
Been a long summer without lil' Prada, I swear 'fore God I miss my brother
You supposed to meet new people in college, but I ain't gone lie bro, I been struggling
Been kicking it with lil' shawty but I ain't gone lie, I think she trouble
Pour an eight inside that bottle, flip it over and watch it bubble
I been popping this shit so long, I'm having trouble trying to be subtle
Pray the Lord gone take my stress away and watch over my brothers, uh
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Money name is uh, Money Mikee player, how you doin?
Think it's sad as hell how they had to tell me I ain't got talent
Gotta let these niggas know if they keep dickriding they gone lose balance
Bitch, I'm the real deal Babyboi5, we ain't doin no flaggin
His lil' bitch gone, she outside partying with the sharks, shoutout Lil' Cali
Them bitches in dorm throughout the week, I'm like a savage
I'm on a T-break, but when I'm off, call up lil' Kado for that cabbage
I'm in the scenes with B5 and lil' Mir while Italie work that cannon
No, you can't take no picture while you here, you know we ain't doing no cameras, uh
Step team
Feel like Boston Richey, I'm like"baby, can you help me?"
Pretty brown thing, I get to geeking when she text me
She been on my mind, I tell her come through and caress me
May not know me now, but pretty soon you gone respect me
These niggas know we ain't going for shit, uh
I remember riding on the southside when they had bent, uh
Ain't got no right to tweak out on me, you is not my bitch, uh
She don't even like my ass for real, she just like my wrist, uh
And that bitch know I'on trust her for nun
She ain't even noticed that I had blocked her on Instagram, yeah, I'm finna cut her
Been a long summer without lil' Prada, I swear 'fore God I miss my brother
You supposed to meet new people in college, but I ain't gone lie bro, I been struggling
Been kicking it with lil' shawty but I ain't gone lie, I think she trouble
Pour an eight inside that bottle, flip it over and watch it bubble
I been popping this shit so long, I'm having trouble trying to be subtle
Pray the Lord gone take my stress away and watch over my brothers, uh
Think it's sad as hell how they had to tell me I ain't got talent
Gotta let these niggas know if they keep dickriding they gone lose balance
Bitch, I'm the real deal Babyboi5, we ain't doin no flaggin
His lil' bitch gone, she outside partying with the sharks, shoutout Lil' Cali
Them bitches in dorm throughout the week, I'm like a savage
I'm on a T-break, but when I'm off, call up lil' Kado for that cabbage
I'm in the scenes with B5 and lil' Mir while Italie work that cannon
No, you can't take no picture while you here, you know we ain't doing no cameras, uh
Step team
Feel like Boston Richey, I'm like"baby, can you help me?"
Pretty brown thing, I get to geeking when she text me
She been on my mind, I tell her come through and caress me
May not know me now, but pretty soon you gone respect me
These niggas know we ain't going for shit, uh
I remember riding on the southside when they had bent, uh
Ain't got no right to tweak out on me, you is not my bitch, uh
She don't even like my ass for real, she just like my wrist, uh
And that bitch know I'on trust her for nun
She ain't even noticed that I had blocked her on Instagram, yeah, I'm finna cut her
Been a long summer without lil' Prada, I swear 'fore God I miss my brother
You supposed to meet new people in college, but I ain't gone lie bro, I been struggling
Been kicking it with lil' shawty but I ain't gone lie, I think she trouble
Pour an eight inside that bottle, flip it over and watch it bubble
I been popping this shit so long, I'm having trouble trying to be subtle
Pray the Lord gone take my stress away and watch over my brothers, uh
Writer: Jerald Parks
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