Talking bout that ice on your wrist
Nothing is worth like mamas kiss
I don't have to talk you can read my lips
Bitches are callin' they got the drip
Chill with the crew, there ain't no bitchmoves
Don't step on my shoes, they're cleaner than you
Sweatpants from adidas
Those groupies they can feel us
Trust in god cause he can see us
Hate and love me I feel like jesus
You think about me all these nights
You look up into cloudy skys
You are rich don't tell me lies
Girls look at me smoky eyes
Countin my money on my desk
Feel this love in my chest
Close your eyes hold your breath
Thats the feelin when youre dead
High on the road
Blow up the smoke
Turn the lights off
Look at my watch
I dont know you
You dont know me
At the end of the story you are lonely
Music love
Money love
Sex love
Spread Love
Talking bout that ice on your wrist
Nothing is worth like mamas kiss
I don't have to talk you can read my lips
Bitches are callin' they got the drip
Chill with the crew, there ain't no bitchmoves
Don't step on my shoes, they're cleaner than you
Im your guide follow me
Lit up like a christmas tree
Open up the heaven just for me
Open up the heaven with your key
We too high baby reach us
If you talkin shit leave us
Around me mamacitas
Speakin spanish hola chicas
Tell me what the money did
With money tears are drying quick
I got the moneyhoneydrip
Flying away one way trip
High on the road
Blow up the smoke
Turn the lights off
Look at my watch
I dont know you
You dont know me
At the end of the story you are lonely
Music love
Money love
Sex love
Spread Love
Talking bout that ice on your wrist
Nothing is worth like mamas kiss
I don't have to talk you can read my lips
Bitches are callin' they got the drip
Chill with the crew, there ain't no bitchmoves
Don't step on my shoes, they're cleaner than you
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Talking bout that ice on your wrist
Nothing is worth like mamas kiss
I don't have to talk you can read my lips
Bitches are callin' they got the drip
Chill with the crew, there ain't no bitchmoves
Don't step on my shoes, they're cleaner than you
Sweatpants from adidas
Those groupies they can feel us
Trust in god cause he can see us
Hate and love me I feel like jesus
You think about me all these nights
You look up into cloudy skys
You are rich don't tell me lies
Girls look at me smoky eyes
Countin my money on my desk
Feel this love in my chest
Close your eyes hold your breath
Thats the feelin when youre dead
High on the road
Blow up the smoke
Turn the lights off
Look at my watch
I dont know you
You dont know me
At the end of the story you are lonely
Music love
Money love
Sex love
Spread Love
Talking bout that ice on your wrist
Nothing is worth like mamas kiss
I don't have to talk you can read my lips
Bitches are callin' they got the drip
Chill with the crew, there ain't no bitchmoves
Don't step on my shoes, they're cleaner than you
Im your guide follow me
Lit up like a christmas tree
Open up the heaven just for me
Open up the heaven with your key
We too high baby reach us
If you talkin shit leave us
Around me mamacitas
Speakin spanish hola chicas
Tell me what the money did
With money tears are drying quick
I got the moneyhoneydrip
Flying away one way trip
High on the road
Blow up the smoke
Turn the lights off
Look at my watch
I dont know you
You dont know me
At the end of the story you are lonely
Music love
Money love
Sex love
Spread Love
Talking bout that ice on your wrist
Nothing is worth like mamas kiss
I don't have to talk you can read my lips
Bitches are callin' they got the drip
Chill with the crew, there ain't no bitchmoves
Don't step on my shoes, they're cleaner than you
Nothing is worth like mamas kiss
I don't have to talk you can read my lips
Bitches are callin' they got the drip
Chill with the crew, there ain't no bitchmoves
Don't step on my shoes, they're cleaner than you
Sweatpants from adidas
Those groupies they can feel us
Trust in god cause he can see us
Hate and love me I feel like jesus
You think about me all these nights
You look up into cloudy skys
You are rich don't tell me lies
Girls look at me smoky eyes
Countin my money on my desk
Feel this love in my chest
Close your eyes hold your breath
Thats the feelin when youre dead
High on the road
Blow up the smoke
Turn the lights off
Look at my watch
I dont know you
You dont know me
At the end of the story you are lonely
Music love
Money love
Sex love
Spread Love
Talking bout that ice on your wrist
Nothing is worth like mamas kiss
I don't have to talk you can read my lips
Bitches are callin' they got the drip
Chill with the crew, there ain't no bitchmoves
Don't step on my shoes, they're cleaner than you
Im your guide follow me
Lit up like a christmas tree
Open up the heaven just for me
Open up the heaven with your key
We too high baby reach us
If you talkin shit leave us
Around me mamacitas
Speakin spanish hola chicas
Tell me what the money did
With money tears are drying quick
I got the moneyhoneydrip
Flying away one way trip
High on the road
Blow up the smoke
Turn the lights off
Look at my watch
I dont know you
You dont know me
At the end of the story you are lonely
Music love
Money love
Sex love
Spread Love
Talking bout that ice on your wrist
Nothing is worth like mamas kiss
I don't have to talk you can read my lips
Bitches are callin' they got the drip
Chill with the crew, there ain't no bitchmoves
Don't step on my shoes, they're cleaner than you
Writer: Sky Coulson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid