I ain't with the drama, I just want the commas
In love w designer, Prada Ferragamo
Said he got a problem, I said we can solve it
Niggas talking hot, cut the oven up
Started from the bottom, condo from apartment
Now your shawty calling, cuz she know I'm popping
Shorty said he saucin, I told him to stop it
Man I swear to god they aint feeling us
That boy only talk no he's not gon boss up
Said he at the top, prolly drinking vodka
Ima ball hard, you aint on the roster
How you telling on the guys, singing like an opera
I swear you can't trust niggas
Money changes everybody I cant f*ck w it
And everybody who been doubting know whats up with me
And everybody who been riding know they stuck w me
(Yeah)
Always staying I been eating like Benihana
Money my pockets promise that I get plenty hunnits
They be so grimy say the love you but really fronting
Dej Loaf try me I call kiloe he really coming
Only want the bands, they don't understand
I know you shawty a fan, she know Im the man
Free my brother from the can, cuffs all on his hands
I swear it been in the plan to count millions
I aint with the drama, I just want the comma
In love w designer, Prada Ferragamo
Said he got a problem, I said we can solve it
Niggas talking hot, Cut the oven up
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I ain't with the drama, I just want the commas
In love w designer, Prada Ferragamo
Said he got a problem, I said we can solve it
Niggas talking hot, cut the oven up
Started from the bottom, condo from apartment
Now your shawty calling, cuz she know I'm popping
Shorty said he saucin, I told him to stop it
Man I swear to god they aint feeling us
That boy only talk no he's not gon boss up
Said he at the top, prolly drinking vodka
Ima ball hard, you aint on the roster
How you telling on the guys, singing like an opera
I swear you can't trust niggas
Money changes everybody I cant f*ck w it
And everybody who been doubting know whats up with me
And everybody who been riding know they stuck w me
(Yeah)
Always staying I been eating like Benihana
Money my pockets promise that I get plenty hunnits
They be so grimy say the love you but really fronting
Dej Loaf try me I call kiloe he really coming
Only want the bands, they don't understand
I know you shawty a fan, she know Im the man
Free my brother from the can, cuffs all on his hands
I swear it been in the plan to count millions
I aint with the drama, I just want the comma
In love w designer, Prada Ferragamo
Said he got a problem, I said we can solve it
Niggas talking hot, Cut the oven up
In love w designer, Prada Ferragamo
Said he got a problem, I said we can solve it
Niggas talking hot, cut the oven up
Started from the bottom, condo from apartment
Now your shawty calling, cuz she know I'm popping
Shorty said he saucin, I told him to stop it
Man I swear to god they aint feeling us
That boy only talk no he's not gon boss up
Said he at the top, prolly drinking vodka
Ima ball hard, you aint on the roster
How you telling on the guys, singing like an opera
I swear you can't trust niggas
Money changes everybody I cant f*ck w it
And everybody who been doubting know whats up with me
And everybody who been riding know they stuck w me
(Yeah)
Always staying I been eating like Benihana
Money my pockets promise that I get plenty hunnits
They be so grimy say the love you but really fronting
Dej Loaf try me I call kiloe he really coming
Only want the bands, they don't understand
I know you shawty a fan, she know Im the man
Free my brother from the can, cuffs all on his hands
I swear it been in the plan to count millions
I aint with the drama, I just want the comma
In love w designer, Prada Ferragamo
Said he got a problem, I said we can solve it
Niggas talking hot, Cut the oven up
Writer: Wayne Barnes
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