They swear that they know me
If you talking money then let's proceed
Cut my ex bitch off cuz that bitch was nosy
And the Gucci leather jacket got me feeling cozy
And I'm married to the money holy matrimony
Told that hoe stop running like I'm Mr. Moseby
And the Robins Jeans fat, blue cheese holding
And ima be a star what my dad told me
These bitches thinking that they special
You wear your friends clothes and your whips rentals
She say rock, you f*ck with my mental
But these bitches are not sentimental
And I pipe your bitch fold her like a pretzel
In a V12 engine my foot on the petal
She wanna chill but I can't fit you in my schedule
She say my voice smooth like butter on the instrumental
And I blocked the bitch number and she send me emails
Said I wouldn't make it so I had to prevail
And the D&G shirt with the Gucci sandals
You can have your bitch back cause that hoe a handful
They swear that they know me
If you talking money then let's proceed
Cut my ex bitch off cuz that bitch was nosy
And the Gucci leather jacket got me feeling cozy
And I'm married to the money holy matrimony
Told that hoe stop running like I'm Mr. Moseby
And the Robins Jeans fat, blue cheese holding
And ima be a star what my dad told me
They swear that they know me, they swear that they know me
If you talking, if you talking money then let's proceed
Cut my ex bitch off cuz that bitch was nosy
And the Gucci leather jacket got me feeling cozy
And I'm married to the money holy matrimony
Told that hoe stop running like I'm Mr. Moseby
And the Robins Jeans fat, blue cheese holding
And ima be a star what my dad told me
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They swear that they know me
If you talking money then let's proceed
Cut my ex bitch off cuz that bitch was nosy
And the Gucci leather jacket got me feeling cozy
And I'm married to the money holy matrimony
Told that hoe stop running like I'm Mr. Moseby
And the Robins Jeans fat, blue cheese holding
And ima be a star what my dad told me
These bitches thinking that they special
You wear your friends clothes and your whips rentals
She say rock, you f*ck with my mental
But these bitches are not sentimental
And I pipe your bitch fold her like a pretzel
In a V12 engine my foot on the petal
She wanna chill but I can't fit you in my schedule
She say my voice smooth like butter on the instrumental
And I blocked the bitch number and she send me emails
Said I wouldn't make it so I had to prevail
And the D&G shirt with the Gucci sandals
You can have your bitch back cause that hoe a handful
They swear that they know me
If you talking money then let's proceed
Cut my ex bitch off cuz that bitch was nosy
And the Gucci leather jacket got me feeling cozy
And I'm married to the money holy matrimony
Told that hoe stop running like I'm Mr. Moseby
And the Robins Jeans fat, blue cheese holding
And ima be a star what my dad told me
They swear that they know me, they swear that they know me
If you talking, if you talking money then let's proceed
Cut my ex bitch off cuz that bitch was nosy
And the Gucci leather jacket got me feeling cozy
And I'm married to the money holy matrimony
Told that hoe stop running like I'm Mr. Moseby
And the Robins Jeans fat, blue cheese holding
And ima be a star what my dad told me
If you talking money then let's proceed
Cut my ex bitch off cuz that bitch was nosy
And the Gucci leather jacket got me feeling cozy
And I'm married to the money holy matrimony
Told that hoe stop running like I'm Mr. Moseby
And the Robins Jeans fat, blue cheese holding
And ima be a star what my dad told me
These bitches thinking that they special
You wear your friends clothes and your whips rentals
She say rock, you f*ck with my mental
But these bitches are not sentimental
And I pipe your bitch fold her like a pretzel
In a V12 engine my foot on the petal
She wanna chill but I can't fit you in my schedule
She say my voice smooth like butter on the instrumental
And I blocked the bitch number and she send me emails
Said I wouldn't make it so I had to prevail
And the D&G shirt with the Gucci sandals
You can have your bitch back cause that hoe a handful
They swear that they know me
If you talking money then let's proceed
Cut my ex bitch off cuz that bitch was nosy
And the Gucci leather jacket got me feeling cozy
And I'm married to the money holy matrimony
Told that hoe stop running like I'm Mr. Moseby
And the Robins Jeans fat, blue cheese holding
And ima be a star what my dad told me
They swear that they know me, they swear that they know me
If you talking, if you talking money then let's proceed
Cut my ex bitch off cuz that bitch was nosy
And the Gucci leather jacket got me feeling cozy
And I'm married to the money holy matrimony
Told that hoe stop running like I'm Mr. Moseby
And the Robins Jeans fat, blue cheese holding
And ima be a star what my dad told me
Writer: Stone Peffly
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