Watch they heart drop make em stop breathing
Cookie cutter on the block, watch em eat it
Make a bitch get hot like she live in Phoenix
I can never have a drought I'm too conceited
Ain't no need to call a opp out, already seen it
I got them jewels from Argentina so
I can't tuck my chains in
Left pocket on Katrina, probably more than what's in your savings
What's on your mind, bet say it then
Bitch, I'm a star, Troy Aikman baby
I'm hitting your phone, did you eat today baby
I'm staying locked in, I can't sleep today baby
Keep that shit in my bag like a Fritolay baby
She stay on my sack like Von Miller Tom Brady
I just f*ck, I'm in her head phones now
Put rich nigga written on my headstone, yeah
How you saying you the plug, ain't got a scale on ya
Spent six in the ugg store, nigga, I'm up
Treat the crib like a drugstore, living in dug
I just popped a dro and a nigga feel stuck
Wanna make a movie, rated R all lust
Don't get me out my body, blame it all on you
That's gonna be a long ride home
Don't do this shit for show
Drop a pink slip on your dome, yeah
Tired of taking niggas hoes
Tired of f*cking with these bird brain bitches, I don't think these niggas know, yeah
You gon' pay me what you owe, you niggas pockets on Boosie you old
Three X I'm whipping that bitch in the cold, yeah
F*ck ha then throwing the oop to my brother, he dunking that bih like Drose
Dunking that bitch like DeRozan
You love me, then stick to the code then
He think that he up in that old Benz
Is it too late to apologize
Like I said it's been a long ride home
If you wasn't two faced I'd give you all of mine
But for some reason, I'm still holding on
Watch they heart drop make em stop breathing
Cookie cutter on the block, watch em eat it
Make a bitch get hot like she live in Phoenix
I can never have a drought I'm too conceited
Ain't no need to call a opp out, already seen it
I got them jewels from Argentina so
I can't tuck my chains in
Left pocket on Katrina, probably more than what's in your savings
What's on your mind, bet say it then
Bitch, I'm a star, Troy Aikman baby
I'm hitting your phone, did you eat today, baby
I'm staying locked in, I can't sleep today, baby
Keep that shit in my bag like a Fritolay, baby
She stay on my sack like Von Miller Tom Brady
I just f*ck, I'm in her head phones now
Put rich nigga written on my headstone, yeah
Put rich nigga written on my headstone, yeah
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Watch they heart drop make em stop breathing
Cookie cutter on the block, watch em eat it
Make a bitch get hot like she live in Phoenix
I can never have a drought I'm too conceited
Ain't no need to call a opp out, already seen it
I got them jewels from Argentina so
I can't tuck my chains in
Left pocket on Katrina, probably more than what's in your savings
What's on your mind, bet say it then
Bitch, I'm a star, Troy Aikman baby
I'm hitting your phone, did you eat today baby
I'm staying locked in, I can't sleep today baby
Keep that shit in my bag like a Fritolay baby
She stay on my sack like Von Miller Tom Brady
I just f*ck, I'm in her head phones now
Put rich nigga written on my headstone, yeah
How you saying you the plug, ain't got a scale on ya
Spent six in the ugg store, nigga, I'm up
Treat the crib like a drugstore, living in dug
I just popped a dro and a nigga feel stuck
Wanna make a movie, rated R all lust
Don't get me out my body, blame it all on you
That's gonna be a long ride home
Don't do this shit for show
Drop a pink slip on your dome, yeah
Tired of taking niggas hoes
Tired of f*cking with these bird brain bitches, I don't think these niggas know, yeah
You gon' pay me what you owe, you niggas pockets on Boosie you old
Three X I'm whipping that bitch in the cold, yeah
F*ck ha then throwing the oop to my brother, he dunking that bih like Drose
Dunking that bitch like DeRozan
You love me, then stick to the code then
He think that he up in that old Benz
Is it too late to apologize
Like I said it's been a long ride home
If you wasn't two faced I'd give you all of mine
But for some reason, I'm still holding on
Watch they heart drop make em stop breathing
Cookie cutter on the block, watch em eat it
Make a bitch get hot like she live in Phoenix
I can never have a drought I'm too conceited
Ain't no need to call a opp out, already seen it
I got them jewels from Argentina so
I can't tuck my chains in
Left pocket on Katrina, probably more than what's in your savings
What's on your mind, bet say it then
Bitch, I'm a star, Troy Aikman baby
I'm hitting your phone, did you eat today, baby
I'm staying locked in, I can't sleep today, baby
Keep that shit in my bag like a Fritolay, baby
She stay on my sack like Von Miller Tom Brady
I just f*ck, I'm in her head phones now
Put rich nigga written on my headstone, yeah
Put rich nigga written on my headstone, yeah
Cookie cutter on the block, watch em eat it
Make a bitch get hot like she live in Phoenix
I can never have a drought I'm too conceited
Ain't no need to call a opp out, already seen it
I got them jewels from Argentina so
I can't tuck my chains in
Left pocket on Katrina, probably more than what's in your savings
What's on your mind, bet say it then
Bitch, I'm a star, Troy Aikman baby
I'm hitting your phone, did you eat today baby
I'm staying locked in, I can't sleep today baby
Keep that shit in my bag like a Fritolay baby
She stay on my sack like Von Miller Tom Brady
I just f*ck, I'm in her head phones now
Put rich nigga written on my headstone, yeah
How you saying you the plug, ain't got a scale on ya
Spent six in the ugg store, nigga, I'm up
Treat the crib like a drugstore, living in dug
I just popped a dro and a nigga feel stuck
Wanna make a movie, rated R all lust
Don't get me out my body, blame it all on you
That's gonna be a long ride home
Don't do this shit for show
Drop a pink slip on your dome, yeah
Tired of taking niggas hoes
Tired of f*cking with these bird brain bitches, I don't think these niggas know, yeah
You gon' pay me what you owe, you niggas pockets on Boosie you old
Three X I'm whipping that bitch in the cold, yeah
F*ck ha then throwing the oop to my brother, he dunking that bih like Drose
Dunking that bitch like DeRozan
You love me, then stick to the code then
He think that he up in that old Benz
Is it too late to apologize
Like I said it's been a long ride home
If you wasn't two faced I'd give you all of mine
But for some reason, I'm still holding on
Watch they heart drop make em stop breathing
Cookie cutter on the block, watch em eat it
Make a bitch get hot like she live in Phoenix
I can never have a drought I'm too conceited
Ain't no need to call a opp out, already seen it
I got them jewels from Argentina so
I can't tuck my chains in
Left pocket on Katrina, probably more than what's in your savings
What's on your mind, bet say it then
Bitch, I'm a star, Troy Aikman baby
I'm hitting your phone, did you eat today, baby
I'm staying locked in, I can't sleep today, baby
Keep that shit in my bag like a Fritolay, baby
She stay on my sack like Von Miller Tom Brady
I just f*ck, I'm in her head phones now
Put rich nigga written on my headstone, yeah
Put rich nigga written on my headstone, yeah
Writer: Joseph Miles
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid