Lil Fortnuts - Bound 3 Lyrics

Uh
This that prime shit
On that penjamin come on that's some fine shit
This that bound freestyle with a fine bitch
She Bound 2 sucking on my dick
Uh
Get my bitch a new phone
She ungrateful sipping rose all alone
I'm not Rick Ross, devil in a new dress
F*ck around with a bitch I got a new ex
10 Lamborghini urus that's a new flex
100 bitches you know I get that new sex
All my opps coming up I'm like whose next
After my bitch f*cked I'm cashing 2 checks
Uh
This that bound 3
Walk round with a bitch and they always be spilling tea
Never trust a bop with ya house key
Cause they gonna be motherf*cking clumsy
Uh
What the f*ck is this
Walk around with a bitch just a piece of shit
I want true love strong, how Katrina hit
All they want is cars past the speed limit
All they want is shit in the deed of gift
My money like Jesus they all worship it
Nagasaki to the wallet like a missile hit
Only for my money yeah she admit
3rd shopping day, like "she needed it?!"
Gold digger bingo, I completed it
Personality bland I can't season it
AE closed the card I need to reason it
I just need a bad bitch
To be thankful waking up on my mattress
Designer brands she ain't need all of that shit
Start a fight club with her like Brad pitt
All the other girls crazy like they bat shit
I won't hop holes not no peter rabbit
She my future wife if we keep at it
And one day, I'll remember when I had it
I can never be able to surpass it
Reminiscing, Ill miss it just a tad bit
We live life then we pass it
Don't understand it till you can grasp it