Oh, young nigga gone for the weekend, shit, perfect time for me to creep in, ayy, I pray
That he don't get you cheatin', while I'm doin' strokes up in the deep end, oh, you heard
From him that we was homies, shit, that nigga lied, he do not know me, yeah, I been ballin
Since the shorty, yeah, he got a problem, I got shooters like Ginóbili, it's hard to
Hate from the nosebleeds, ayy, I want your bitch sittin' courtside, nigga, ayy, you got
A band, but my bands way bigger, ayy, I try to tell you I ain't no ordinary nigga, get
To it, ayy, you had your chance and you blew it, ayy, I had my chance and I used it, turn
All my coins to a whole lot of blue chips, pocket money can't fold, gotta stay cool
Crisp, I be like, damn, nigga gone for the weekend, shit, perfect time for me to creep
In, ayy, I pray that he don't get you cheatin', while I'm doin' strokes up in the deep end
Oh, you, you heard from him that we was homies, shit, that nigga lie, he do not know me, yeah
I been ballin' since I'm a shorty, yeah, he got a problem, I got shooters like Ginóbili
Oh, you make that nigga be your only, I walk around like he don't know me, yeah, you love
The fact he can't control me, yeah, he got feelings, that's what he told me, yeah, you
F*ck with me, cuz I'm a gangster, and I make him wanna get his cake up, I look pretty without
No makeup, yeah, and the pussy tighter than a pay cut, I can't f*ck with niggas in my city
Said he was my ex-nigga, but he wasn't really, think I'm like them bitches, pushin' for
A Richard Millie, put it on my homies, but that nigga wasn't with me, said that I was
Cheatin', but I beat the allegations, all these bitches tweakin', they be seekin' validation
All these niggas geekin' bout me and their imaginations, I'm just f*ckin' smokin' on
This Californication, oh, he told you I was f*ckin' on your homie, that nigga lied, he do
Not know me, yeah, said I'm better than Naomi, yeah, and tonight he wanna show me, yeah, you
F*ck with niggas, I'm a gangster, and I make him wanna get his cake up, I look pretty without
No makeup, and the pussy tighter than a pay cut
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Oh, young nigga gone for the weekend, shit, perfect time for me to creep in, ayy, I pray
That he don't get you cheatin', while I'm doin' strokes up in the deep end, oh, you heard
From him that we was homies, shit, that nigga lied, he do not know me, yeah, I been ballin
Since the shorty, yeah, he got a problem, I got shooters like Ginóbili, it's hard to
Hate from the nosebleeds, ayy, I want your bitch sittin' courtside, nigga, ayy, you got
A band, but my bands way bigger, ayy, I try to tell you I ain't no ordinary nigga, get
To it, ayy, you had your chance and you blew it, ayy, I had my chance and I used it, turn
All my coins to a whole lot of blue chips, pocket money can't fold, gotta stay cool
Crisp, I be like, damn, nigga gone for the weekend, shit, perfect time for me to creep
In, ayy, I pray that he don't get you cheatin', while I'm doin' strokes up in the deep end
Oh, you, you heard from him that we was homies, shit, that nigga lie, he do not know me, yeah
I been ballin' since I'm a shorty, yeah, he got a problem, I got shooters like Ginóbili
Oh, you make that nigga be your only, I walk around like he don't know me, yeah, you love
The fact he can't control me, yeah, he got feelings, that's what he told me, yeah, you
F*ck with me, cuz I'm a gangster, and I make him wanna get his cake up, I look pretty without
No makeup, yeah, and the pussy tighter than a pay cut, I can't f*ck with niggas in my city
Said he was my ex-nigga, but he wasn't really, think I'm like them bitches, pushin' for
A Richard Millie, put it on my homies, but that nigga wasn't with me, said that I was
Cheatin', but I beat the allegations, all these bitches tweakin', they be seekin' validation
All these niggas geekin' bout me and their imaginations, I'm just f*ckin' smokin' on
This Californication, oh, he told you I was f*ckin' on your homie, that nigga lied, he do
Not know me, yeah, said I'm better than Naomi, yeah, and tonight he wanna show me, yeah, you
F*ck with niggas, I'm a gangster, and I make him wanna get his cake up, I look pretty without
No makeup, and the pussy tighter than a pay cut
That he don't get you cheatin', while I'm doin' strokes up in the deep end, oh, you heard
From him that we was homies, shit, that nigga lied, he do not know me, yeah, I been ballin
Since the shorty, yeah, he got a problem, I got shooters like Ginóbili, it's hard to
Hate from the nosebleeds, ayy, I want your bitch sittin' courtside, nigga, ayy, you got
A band, but my bands way bigger, ayy, I try to tell you I ain't no ordinary nigga, get
To it, ayy, you had your chance and you blew it, ayy, I had my chance and I used it, turn
All my coins to a whole lot of blue chips, pocket money can't fold, gotta stay cool
Crisp, I be like, damn, nigga gone for the weekend, shit, perfect time for me to creep
In, ayy, I pray that he don't get you cheatin', while I'm doin' strokes up in the deep end
Oh, you, you heard from him that we was homies, shit, that nigga lie, he do not know me, yeah
I been ballin' since I'm a shorty, yeah, he got a problem, I got shooters like Ginóbili
Oh, you make that nigga be your only, I walk around like he don't know me, yeah, you love
The fact he can't control me, yeah, he got feelings, that's what he told me, yeah, you
F*ck with me, cuz I'm a gangster, and I make him wanna get his cake up, I look pretty without
No makeup, yeah, and the pussy tighter than a pay cut, I can't f*ck with niggas in my city
Said he was my ex-nigga, but he wasn't really, think I'm like them bitches, pushin' for
A Richard Millie, put it on my homies, but that nigga wasn't with me, said that I was
Cheatin', but I beat the allegations, all these bitches tweakin', they be seekin' validation
All these niggas geekin' bout me and their imaginations, I'm just f*ckin' smokin' on
This Californication, oh, he told you I was f*ckin' on your homie, that nigga lied, he do
Not know me, yeah, said I'm better than Naomi, yeah, and tonight he wanna show me, yeah, you
F*ck with niggas, I'm a gangster, and I make him wanna get his cake up, I look pretty without
No makeup, and the pussy tighter than a pay cut
Writer: Carlos Hood, Sydney Young
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