Hold on where my lighter
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah
Okay, uh
I know these hoes ain't shit, that bitch act just like her mama
Yeah, my new bank account like english class, I filled it with commas
Yeah, I'm geeked up in the trap, I graduated with honors
She put her head inside my lap, I'm about to blow like Osama
Boom
Brand new air force ones I'm on my dope boy swag
Hold on, baby, this ain't that, she brought a spend the night bag
It's like I ate some Taco Bell, my blunt filled up with that gas yeah
Baby girl so bad, like she don't follow the rules ooh
Bro, rock out with chop like to-to-totally dude
She wanna take a shot, cause off that drink, she get loose yeah
Told her bring a friend, she brought some hoes for the crew yeah
Y'all niggas keep playing I'ma swing that stick out the roof
Said he want some static, you can get whatever you talking bout
I been beating that pack up like Chris Breezy boy look at me now
Damn that pussy water like some Fiji, think I'm finna drown
Ballin hard might iso in the mall come through like clear it out
Check after check, I ain't havin' that's a bet, yeah
Boy, this shit keep piling up, this shit bout buy my chest, yeah
I call her my polo shirt, I pull up, get that neck, yeah
I was tryna get that bag, that's why I didn't go back to school
I can't play around with no broke niggas, I got everything to lose
If you ain't talking bout no check, then me no ingles, I can't speak it
All my plays got faith in me, they praying to me like I'm a deacon
They hating on me cause they broke, they mad at me like I'm the reason
I know these hoes ain't shit, that bitch act just like her mama
My new bank account like english class, I filled it with commas
Yeah, I'm geeked up in the trap, I graduated with honors
She put her head inside my lap, I'm bout to blow like Osama Boom
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Hold on where my lighter
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah
Okay, uh
I know these hoes ain't shit, that bitch act just like her mama
Yeah, my new bank account like english class, I filled it with commas
Yeah, I'm geeked up in the trap, I graduated with honors
She put her head inside my lap, I'm about to blow like Osama
Boom
Brand new air force ones I'm on my dope boy swag
Hold on, baby, this ain't that, she brought a spend the night bag
It's like I ate some Taco Bell, my blunt filled up with that gas yeah
Baby girl so bad, like she don't follow the rules ooh
Bro, rock out with chop like to-to-totally dude
She wanna take a shot, cause off that drink, she get loose yeah
Told her bring a friend, she brought some hoes for the crew yeah
Y'all niggas keep playing I'ma swing that stick out the roof
Said he want some static, you can get whatever you talking bout
I been beating that pack up like Chris Breezy boy look at me now
Damn that pussy water like some Fiji, think I'm finna drown
Ballin hard might iso in the mall come through like clear it out
Check after check, I ain't havin' that's a bet, yeah
Boy, this shit keep piling up, this shit bout buy my chest, yeah
I call her my polo shirt, I pull up, get that neck, yeah
I was tryna get that bag, that's why I didn't go back to school
I can't play around with no broke niggas, I got everything to lose
If you ain't talking bout no check, then me no ingles, I can't speak it
All my plays got faith in me, they praying to me like I'm a deacon
They hating on me cause they broke, they mad at me like I'm the reason
I know these hoes ain't shit, that bitch act just like her mama
My new bank account like english class, I filled it with commas
Yeah, I'm geeked up in the trap, I graduated with honors
She put her head inside my lap, I'm bout to blow like Osama Boom
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah
Okay, uh
I know these hoes ain't shit, that bitch act just like her mama
Yeah, my new bank account like english class, I filled it with commas
Yeah, I'm geeked up in the trap, I graduated with honors
She put her head inside my lap, I'm about to blow like Osama
Boom
Brand new air force ones I'm on my dope boy swag
Hold on, baby, this ain't that, she brought a spend the night bag
It's like I ate some Taco Bell, my blunt filled up with that gas yeah
Baby girl so bad, like she don't follow the rules ooh
Bro, rock out with chop like to-to-totally dude
She wanna take a shot, cause off that drink, she get loose yeah
Told her bring a friend, she brought some hoes for the crew yeah
Y'all niggas keep playing I'ma swing that stick out the roof
Said he want some static, you can get whatever you talking bout
I been beating that pack up like Chris Breezy boy look at me now
Damn that pussy water like some Fiji, think I'm finna drown
Ballin hard might iso in the mall come through like clear it out
Check after check, I ain't havin' that's a bet, yeah
Boy, this shit keep piling up, this shit bout buy my chest, yeah
I call her my polo shirt, I pull up, get that neck, yeah
I was tryna get that bag, that's why I didn't go back to school
I can't play around with no broke niggas, I got everything to lose
If you ain't talking bout no check, then me no ingles, I can't speak it
All my plays got faith in me, they praying to me like I'm a deacon
They hating on me cause they broke, they mad at me like I'm the reason
I know these hoes ain't shit, that bitch act just like her mama
My new bank account like english class, I filled it with commas
Yeah, I'm geeked up in the trap, I graduated with honors
She put her head inside my lap, I'm bout to blow like Osama Boom
Writer: Franklin Porter
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