Heard they mad it's a young bitch running this shit
How you mad you been rapping all your life and still no deal yet
Never been cheap you wanna f*ck I need about four jets
Diamonds hitting
I'm that bitch
I cant give no neck
$750 for the chain
Cant wait to spend bout 50 racks
Wanna hang , they lame
I cant hang around no hood rats
Addicted to the game
I'm gonna splurge and make that shit back
Bitch you know my name
Now turn around and make that ass clap
Heard you got some smoke but never outside
Really had to spare you I pulled up and made your momma cry
You was my day one ain't wanna do it
Cant look you in the eyes
But I gotta up the score
I'm shooting three's
Like my name Kawhi
Money don't impress me
Say you raw
But I dont see why
You still old nigga
Corny bitch
JoJo Siwa
Opp pack in a wood
I blow that smoke
Now see him in the sky
Ask me where i'm at
Guaranteed that i'm always high
Lame nigga hot cause I say that ass thirty-three
Can't be mad at the young-in i'm not even 23
Look at how I live now you know you can't get up with me
Keep my legs closed on my life these hoes can't f*ck with me
Got my paper up now it ain't funny
Hustle since a Jit I think my first word was money
Always kept it p I cant hang around no dummies
Aye Im married to that bag I'm like a wife nigga getting alimony
Yop Yop
Riding in your city in a drop top
Yop Yop
We made half a milli in the trap house
Yop Yop
I smell all the envy what be that bout
Hoe told me she love me
Turn around make that ass bounce
I cant love you baby
I'm a player always in route
Got that dog in me
Project baby from the down south
I got what you need
Serving cutie's like a girl scout
Ain't no competition
I get paid just to popout
Heard they mad it's a young bitch running this shit
How you mad you been rappin all your life and still no deal yet
Never been cheap you wanna f*ck I need about four jets
Diamonds hitting
I'm that bitch
I cant give no neck
Bitch
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Heard they mad it's a young bitch running this shit
How you mad you been rapping all your life and still no deal yet
Never been cheap you wanna f*ck I need about four jets
Diamonds hitting
I'm that bitch
I cant give no neck
$750 for the chain
Cant wait to spend bout 50 racks
Wanna hang , they lame
I cant hang around no hood rats
Addicted to the game
I'm gonna splurge and make that shit back
Bitch you know my name
Now turn around and make that ass clap
Heard you got some smoke but never outside
Really had to spare you I pulled up and made your momma cry
You was my day one ain't wanna do it
Cant look you in the eyes
But I gotta up the score
I'm shooting three's
Like my name Kawhi
Money don't impress me
Say you raw
But I dont see why
You still old nigga
Corny bitch
JoJo Siwa
Opp pack in a wood
I blow that smoke
Now see him in the sky
Ask me where i'm at
Guaranteed that i'm always high
Lame nigga hot cause I say that ass thirty-three
Can't be mad at the young-in i'm not even 23
Look at how I live now you know you can't get up with me
Keep my legs closed on my life these hoes can't f*ck with me
Got my paper up now it ain't funny
Hustle since a Jit I think my first word was money
Always kept it p I cant hang around no dummies
Aye Im married to that bag I'm like a wife nigga getting alimony
Yop Yop
Riding in your city in a drop top
Yop Yop
We made half a milli in the trap house
Yop Yop
I smell all the envy what be that bout
Hoe told me she love me
Turn around make that ass bounce
I cant love you baby
I'm a player always in route
Got that dog in me
Project baby from the down south
I got what you need
Serving cutie's like a girl scout
Ain't no competition
I get paid just to popout
Heard they mad it's a young bitch running this shit
How you mad you been rappin all your life and still no deal yet
Never been cheap you wanna f*ck I need about four jets
Diamonds hitting
I'm that bitch
I cant give no neck
Bitch
How you mad you been rapping all your life and still no deal yet
Never been cheap you wanna f*ck I need about four jets
Diamonds hitting
I'm that bitch
I cant give no neck
$750 for the chain
Cant wait to spend bout 50 racks
Wanna hang , they lame
I cant hang around no hood rats
Addicted to the game
I'm gonna splurge and make that shit back
Bitch you know my name
Now turn around and make that ass clap
Heard you got some smoke but never outside
Really had to spare you I pulled up and made your momma cry
You was my day one ain't wanna do it
Cant look you in the eyes
But I gotta up the score
I'm shooting three's
Like my name Kawhi
Money don't impress me
Say you raw
But I dont see why
You still old nigga
Corny bitch
JoJo Siwa
Opp pack in a wood
I blow that smoke
Now see him in the sky
Ask me where i'm at
Guaranteed that i'm always high
Lame nigga hot cause I say that ass thirty-three
Can't be mad at the young-in i'm not even 23
Look at how I live now you know you can't get up with me
Keep my legs closed on my life these hoes can't f*ck with me
Got my paper up now it ain't funny
Hustle since a Jit I think my first word was money
Always kept it p I cant hang around no dummies
Aye Im married to that bag I'm like a wife nigga getting alimony
Yop Yop
Riding in your city in a drop top
Yop Yop
We made half a milli in the trap house
Yop Yop
I smell all the envy what be that bout
Hoe told me she love me
Turn around make that ass bounce
I cant love you baby
I'm a player always in route
Got that dog in me
Project baby from the down south
I got what you need
Serving cutie's like a girl scout
Ain't no competition
I get paid just to popout
Heard they mad it's a young bitch running this shit
How you mad you been rappin all your life and still no deal yet
Never been cheap you wanna f*ck I need about four jets
Diamonds hitting
I'm that bitch
I cant give no neck
Bitch
Writer: Shauntarria Williams
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