(Huh)
It's way too much for me to have more friends
It's way too much bags but you can't count these m's
I'm in the stu' all week, think I made me one gem
He send deposits we adding it up
Shawty she talking she capping you up
Peanut the butter cream seats on the butt
Loyal to money can't show you know love
Liyah like maajin I'm feeling so tuck
I'm in the club and they t'ing you up
Gave her some blues now she calling me cuz
She said I'm playing she calling me cause
She can't leave me now
I know, they done seen me now
What you see in me now
Tell me what you been dreaming about
What you been thinking about
And I know shawty ain't hearing me out
She put the perc in her mouth
Seven-seventeen man she getting too wild
Seats been reclining
We on perfect timing
Uzi feel like myron
I don't know how much time it's been
So why you lying
I don't see what you crying about
I been living timeless and she gon' put that blunt in her mouth
It's way too much cash for
Me to make new friends
Uh
It's way too much bags so
You need to count these m's like
I seen all the flags, I ain't tripping
I just walk right by em'
I'm gon' pop these tags
My bro sipping on that red like siren
Witty made this beat real long
Crazy how I'm still going cause I usually stop at a minute a song
She really getting annoying she need her a bible go read you a psalm
Shawty she get to the talking she get to the walking she feeling like tom
(Talking she feeling like)
Ay lil witty (Huh)
Let's make us an EP
And she see me
I know that she dreaming of me
Mama she believe in me
She know what I'm destined to be
Mak gon' check the scenery
4k we don't shoot no HD
Mak gon' give them pain
Dior give them hell
Vivienne west my chain
And my bro got pounds to sell like
I been off that pack its gon' slap
Off that scale baby
I was in the trap and they had gats
No show and tell baby
I ain't never stress too much
Money wasn't always so straight
Some days I was late
I don't give no (Uh)
Huh go back and check them dates
I been cooling and vibing
Got a clean new slate
Go back and check them dates
I been cooling and vibing
Got a clean new slate
(Ay where the f*ck witty?)
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(Huh)
It's way too much for me to have more friends
It's way too much bags but you can't count these m's
I'm in the stu' all week, think I made me one gem
He send deposits we adding it up
Shawty she talking she capping you up
Peanut the butter cream seats on the butt
Loyal to money can't show you know love
Liyah like maajin I'm feeling so tuck
I'm in the club and they t'ing you up
Gave her some blues now she calling me cuz
She said I'm playing she calling me cause
She can't leave me now
I know, they done seen me now
What you see in me now
Tell me what you been dreaming about
What you been thinking about
And I know shawty ain't hearing me out
She put the perc in her mouth
Seven-seventeen man she getting too wild
Seats been reclining
We on perfect timing
Uzi feel like myron
I don't know how much time it's been
So why you lying
I don't see what you crying about
I been living timeless and she gon' put that blunt in her mouth
It's way too much cash for
Me to make new friends
Uh
It's way too much bags so
You need to count these m's like
I seen all the flags, I ain't tripping
I just walk right by em'
I'm gon' pop these tags
My bro sipping on that red like siren
Witty made this beat real long
Crazy how I'm still going cause I usually stop at a minute a song
She really getting annoying she need her a bible go read you a psalm
Shawty she get to the talking she get to the walking she feeling like tom
(Talking she feeling like)
Ay lil witty (Huh)
Let's make us an EP
And she see me
I know that she dreaming of me
Mama she believe in me
She know what I'm destined to be
Mak gon' check the scenery
4k we don't shoot no HD
Mak gon' give them pain
Dior give them hell
Vivienne west my chain
And my bro got pounds to sell like
I been off that pack its gon' slap
Off that scale baby
I was in the trap and they had gats
No show and tell baby
I ain't never stress too much
Money wasn't always so straight
Some days I was late
I don't give no (Uh)
Huh go back and check them dates
I been cooling and vibing
Got a clean new slate
Go back and check them dates
I been cooling and vibing
Got a clean new slate
(Ay where the f*ck witty?)
It's way too much for me to have more friends
It's way too much bags but you can't count these m's
I'm in the stu' all week, think I made me one gem
He send deposits we adding it up
Shawty she talking she capping you up
Peanut the butter cream seats on the butt
Loyal to money can't show you know love
Liyah like maajin I'm feeling so tuck
I'm in the club and they t'ing you up
Gave her some blues now she calling me cuz
She said I'm playing she calling me cause
She can't leave me now
I know, they done seen me now
What you see in me now
Tell me what you been dreaming about
What you been thinking about
And I know shawty ain't hearing me out
She put the perc in her mouth
Seven-seventeen man she getting too wild
Seats been reclining
We on perfect timing
Uzi feel like myron
I don't know how much time it's been
So why you lying
I don't see what you crying about
I been living timeless and she gon' put that blunt in her mouth
It's way too much cash for
Me to make new friends
Uh
It's way too much bags so
You need to count these m's like
I seen all the flags, I ain't tripping
I just walk right by em'
I'm gon' pop these tags
My bro sipping on that red like siren
Witty made this beat real long
Crazy how I'm still going cause I usually stop at a minute a song
She really getting annoying she need her a bible go read you a psalm
Shawty she get to the talking she get to the walking she feeling like tom
(Talking she feeling like)
Ay lil witty (Huh)
Let's make us an EP
And she see me
I know that she dreaming of me
Mama she believe in me
She know what I'm destined to be
Mak gon' check the scenery
4k we don't shoot no HD
Mak gon' give them pain
Dior give them hell
Vivienne west my chain
And my bro got pounds to sell like
I been off that pack its gon' slap
Off that scale baby
I was in the trap and they had gats
No show and tell baby
I ain't never stress too much
Money wasn't always so straight
Some days I was late
I don't give no (Uh)
Huh go back and check them dates
I been cooling and vibing
Got a clean new slate
Go back and check them dates
I been cooling and vibing
Got a clean new slate
(Ay where the f*ck witty?)
Writer: Oliver Desnoyer
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