F*ck with me, that shit funny
Difference is you gettin' hoed by bitches while I'm gettin' money
Word on the street, I got your bitch man come and take her from me
Cause I can't figure out how to get her off me
First I Randy Moss em, then put him with the Dolphins
He wanted smoke, and now that nigga in a coffin
She gon' get loose, but these bands knots
Remember I was swingin' now a nigga on a hammock
Bitch, I mean a hammock
Got a moose knuckle
I'ma treat her like a sandwich
I'm a Savage that'll Spit Flamez, I'm like
Man, which one of these bitches got a drop on my opps
I'm a green thumb, I consult with my crop
Devil's advocate, right hand to God
Pocket got a Glock, the other got blues
And that's ironic cause that's what I give these women
I been ballin' so they gave me an extension
One shot, two Glocks, three tickets
What's a quarter meal to an infant
He got the baby with him
I don't care how many capes a nigga wear
I can't save these bitches, I can't save these niggas
You don't wanna know what I think about these hoes
Let me tell you bout what I think about my pros
We doin' max contracts
Only con about it is we doin' combat
We ain't lost a life, but we been losin' sleep
In order to do that, you gotta keep the Heat
You gotta learn dissemination, gotta be discreet
I give the beef, some salt and pepper and some TLC
It's a hit
12 finna ask him what he seen, it's a clip
F*ck what it say on Spotify, don't say my government
I'd rather you say Jewels, bitch, I'm from Detroit
Buy and sell, bearish and bullish, This ain't Illinois
I might give you some work if you wasn't employed
No discrimination, moving girl and boy
I'm pretty sure you just heard that
He said he ain't coming, you can spend the night
He gon' be here in the AM
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm gone
He said he coming, two minutes
They done f*cked around and let the biggest demon on the beat
She gon' f*ck me to my song and tell me keep that shit discreet
I don't talk to f*ck niggas, rule number one inside these streets
Number two, keep that pole, cuz I'm definitely gon' keep my heat
Bring in ecstasy, hey, bring in extra lean, hey
I don't do no business, we not talking equity
Ayy, bring in some more bottles, we get turned, yes, very geeked
I just threw a rave inside the hood, these hoes wanna marriage me
You ain't bringing in no za, at least bring some extra cheese
You ain't bringing me your problems, bitch, come bring me extra peace
I just doubled up my cups, Sprite, dirty as her knees
How the f*ck you ain't got no dollars? You ain't working like you supposed to be
How the f*ck we ain't make no money? How the f*ck we complete these missions
Why the f*ck do you keep talking? Bitch, go ahead and wash some dishes
Every time that we go shopping, we just spent another building
I could spend a couple million and still have a couple billion
I could f*ck on her best friend, but I hate when she in her feelings
Ayy, that boy was talking crazy, how the f*ck he end up missing
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F*ck with me, that shit funny
Difference is you gettin' hoed by bitches while I'm gettin' money
Word on the street, I got your bitch man come and take her from me
Cause I can't figure out how to get her off me
First I Randy Moss em, then put him with the Dolphins
He wanted smoke, and now that nigga in a coffin
She gon' get loose, but these bands knots
Remember I was swingin' now a nigga on a hammock
Bitch, I mean a hammock
Got a moose knuckle
I'ma treat her like a sandwich
I'm a Savage that'll Spit Flamez, I'm like
Man, which one of these bitches got a drop on my opps
I'm a green thumb, I consult with my crop
Devil's advocate, right hand to God
Pocket got a Glock, the other got blues
And that's ironic cause that's what I give these women
I been ballin' so they gave me an extension
One shot, two Glocks, three tickets
What's a quarter meal to an infant
He got the baby with him
I don't care how many capes a nigga wear
I can't save these bitches, I can't save these niggas
You don't wanna know what I think about these hoes
Let me tell you bout what I think about my pros
We doin' max contracts
Only con about it is we doin' combat
We ain't lost a life, but we been losin' sleep
In order to do that, you gotta keep the Heat
You gotta learn dissemination, gotta be discreet
I give the beef, some salt and pepper and some TLC
It's a hit
12 finna ask him what he seen, it's a clip
F*ck what it say on Spotify, don't say my government
I'd rather you say Jewels, bitch, I'm from Detroit
Buy and sell, bearish and bullish, This ain't Illinois
I might give you some work if you wasn't employed
No discrimination, moving girl and boy
I'm pretty sure you just heard that
He said he ain't coming, you can spend the night
He gon' be here in the AM
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm gone
He said he coming, two minutes
They done f*cked around and let the biggest demon on the beat
She gon' f*ck me to my song and tell me keep that shit discreet
I don't talk to f*ck niggas, rule number one inside these streets
Number two, keep that pole, cuz I'm definitely gon' keep my heat
Bring in ecstasy, hey, bring in extra lean, hey
I don't do no business, we not talking equity
Ayy, bring in some more bottles, we get turned, yes, very geeked
I just threw a rave inside the hood, these hoes wanna marriage me
You ain't bringing in no za, at least bring some extra cheese
You ain't bringing me your problems, bitch, come bring me extra peace
I just doubled up my cups, Sprite, dirty as her knees
How the f*ck you ain't got no dollars? You ain't working like you supposed to be
How the f*ck we ain't make no money? How the f*ck we complete these missions
Why the f*ck do you keep talking? Bitch, go ahead and wash some dishes
Every time that we go shopping, we just spent another building
I could spend a couple million and still have a couple billion
I could f*ck on her best friend, but I hate when she in her feelings
Ayy, that boy was talking crazy, how the f*ck he end up missing
Difference is you gettin' hoed by bitches while I'm gettin' money
Word on the street, I got your bitch man come and take her from me
Cause I can't figure out how to get her off me
First I Randy Moss em, then put him with the Dolphins
He wanted smoke, and now that nigga in a coffin
She gon' get loose, but these bands knots
Remember I was swingin' now a nigga on a hammock
Bitch, I mean a hammock
Got a moose knuckle
I'ma treat her like a sandwich
I'm a Savage that'll Spit Flamez, I'm like
Man, which one of these bitches got a drop on my opps
I'm a green thumb, I consult with my crop
Devil's advocate, right hand to God
Pocket got a Glock, the other got blues
And that's ironic cause that's what I give these women
I been ballin' so they gave me an extension
One shot, two Glocks, three tickets
What's a quarter meal to an infant
He got the baby with him
I don't care how many capes a nigga wear
I can't save these bitches, I can't save these niggas
You don't wanna know what I think about these hoes
Let me tell you bout what I think about my pros
We doin' max contracts
Only con about it is we doin' combat
We ain't lost a life, but we been losin' sleep
In order to do that, you gotta keep the Heat
You gotta learn dissemination, gotta be discreet
I give the beef, some salt and pepper and some TLC
It's a hit
12 finna ask him what he seen, it's a clip
F*ck what it say on Spotify, don't say my government
I'd rather you say Jewels, bitch, I'm from Detroit
Buy and sell, bearish and bullish, This ain't Illinois
I might give you some work if you wasn't employed
No discrimination, moving girl and boy
I'm pretty sure you just heard that
He said he ain't coming, you can spend the night
He gon' be here in the AM
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm gone
He said he coming, two minutes
They done f*cked around and let the biggest demon on the beat
She gon' f*ck me to my song and tell me keep that shit discreet
I don't talk to f*ck niggas, rule number one inside these streets
Number two, keep that pole, cuz I'm definitely gon' keep my heat
Bring in ecstasy, hey, bring in extra lean, hey
I don't do no business, we not talking equity
Ayy, bring in some more bottles, we get turned, yes, very geeked
I just threw a rave inside the hood, these hoes wanna marriage me
You ain't bringing in no za, at least bring some extra cheese
You ain't bringing me your problems, bitch, come bring me extra peace
I just doubled up my cups, Sprite, dirty as her knees
How the f*ck you ain't got no dollars? You ain't working like you supposed to be
How the f*ck we ain't make no money? How the f*ck we complete these missions
Why the f*ck do you keep talking? Bitch, go ahead and wash some dishes
Every time that we go shopping, we just spent another building
I could spend a couple million and still have a couple billion
I could f*ck on her best friend, but I hate when she in her feelings
Ayy, that boy was talking crazy, how the f*ck he end up missing
Writer: Charles Smith, Koron Wilkerson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid