Yeah, get money f*ck bitches
Supreme from the heck of socks, the Supreme fit
My young bitch want Chick-fil-A, ayy I need fifty bands a day, ayy
I'm selling dope off a prepaid I just put some THC inside some lemonade
We got capsules and some edibles Told my bitch, lose the attitude, I don't
Need you, ooh We smoking fire like a castle, hoo
I'm seeing ghosts in the living room I'm counting this money all alone
I'm feeling like this house haunted I'm trying to wash the blood up off this money
We smoking pounds, better flavor, yeah This that granddaddy, I just served your auntie
We at her bachas, she want extra sauce on teriyaki
I got money, best monopoly
Shades Balenciaga, bitches so dark like my eyes, wide shut
Thought he took my bitch, nah that's not my slut
Ha ha, gotcha, I'm high as f*ck You gon' catch a contact if you ride by us
Short yellow bitch, she always make me bust Leave a cheese rare, she said you make me
Blush My white tees cost one hundred and eighty
Bucks She ate my dick up and she ain't even eat
Lunch I f*cked your bitch up in a Mercedes truck
That's probably why I'm driving crazy as f*ck I'ma pull up to the party late as f*ck
Staying till the sun come out Niggas always playing till the gun come out
Air this bitch to get everyone out Finally got you to myself, don't try to run now
Joseph Davis - Tunnel Vision Lyrics
Joseph Davis - Tunnel Vision Lyrics
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Yeah, get money f*ck bitches
Supreme from the heck of socks, the Supreme fit
My young bitch want Chick-fil-A, ayy I need fifty bands a day, ayy
I'm selling dope off a prepaid I just put some THC inside some lemonade
We got capsules and some edibles Told my bitch, lose the attitude, I don't
Need you, ooh We smoking fire like a castle, hoo
I'm seeing ghosts in the living room I'm counting this money all alone
I'm feeling like this house haunted I'm trying to wash the blood up off this money
We smoking pounds, better flavor, yeah This that granddaddy, I just served your auntie
We at her bachas, she want extra sauce on teriyaki
I got money, best monopoly
Shades Balenciaga, bitches so dark like my eyes, wide shut
Thought he took my bitch, nah that's not my slut
Ha ha, gotcha, I'm high as f*ck You gon' catch a contact if you ride by us
Short yellow bitch, she always make me bust Leave a cheese rare, she said you make me
Blush My white tees cost one hundred and eighty
Bucks She ate my dick up and she ain't even eat
Lunch I f*cked your bitch up in a Mercedes truck
That's probably why I'm driving crazy as f*ck I'ma pull up to the party late as f*ck
Staying till the sun come out Niggas always playing till the gun come out
Air this bitch to get everyone out Finally got you to myself, don't try to run now
Supreme from the heck of socks, the Supreme fit
My young bitch want Chick-fil-A, ayy I need fifty bands a day, ayy
I'm selling dope off a prepaid I just put some THC inside some lemonade
We got capsules and some edibles Told my bitch, lose the attitude, I don't
Need you, ooh We smoking fire like a castle, hoo
I'm seeing ghosts in the living room I'm counting this money all alone
I'm feeling like this house haunted I'm trying to wash the blood up off this money
We smoking pounds, better flavor, yeah This that granddaddy, I just served your auntie
We at her bachas, she want extra sauce on teriyaki
I got money, best monopoly
Shades Balenciaga, bitches so dark like my eyes, wide shut
Thought he took my bitch, nah that's not my slut
Ha ha, gotcha, I'm high as f*ck You gon' catch a contact if you ride by us
Short yellow bitch, she always make me bust Leave a cheese rare, she said you make me
Blush My white tees cost one hundred and eighty
Bucks She ate my dick up and she ain't even eat
Lunch I f*cked your bitch up in a Mercedes truck
That's probably why I'm driving crazy as f*ck I'ma pull up to the party late as f*ck
Staying till the sun come out Niggas always playing till the gun come out
Air this bitch to get everyone out Finally got you to myself, don't try to run now
Writer: Christopher Sample
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