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Intro
Uh, turn me up in my headphones, yeah
Mm, mm, yeah, hm
Yeah, turn this shit up, uh, uh
Verse 1
Yeah, she need some money
She need some money, money
I'll give her what she want, gimme somebody
I'll guarantee that body and end up nauseous
I meant, girl, I be feelin' nauseous
She need somebody
Verse 2
Yeah, boom, I'm on my pistols, uh, I got 'em head, yeah
Put them in my head, uh, that boy be dead, yeah
Girl, forget it, I've been, forget it, probably started
I don't even need nobody, uh
This my new lovе, this some new levеl up
Another million new to us, you don't wanna do it to her
I'm gon' turn that booted up, uh, yeah, I'm booted up
Take her to the chain, I'm booted up
Mm, mm-mm
Bridge
It's the pills or the alcohol, uh, we gettin' drunk
Girl, you know I'm myself, you know what's up
I will be in this club, we gettin' drunk, girl
Verse 3
Can't talk business, it get too crowdy, uh, we up in Houston
I'm not ready to drop 'em bodies
You don't want none to be for me, I'll keep it honest
I swear to God, I catch you dead on Friday
Verse 4
Yeah, I'ma pay my bill, give you some rocket
Yeah, whenever I go to bed, I sleep with a racket
My pistol key ain't ready, you ain't gonna drop it
I'm in my P&M with my molly
The MA go crazy, I be droppin'
I'm zooming out, an't catch me, nobody, hm, fuck, nah
Shit, I'm feelin' nostalgic, hm, fuck, mm
Yeah, it feel nostalgic
I know you love me, hey, oh, uh
I know you remember when we talked first
We could go back to our early days
And you ain't that kind of [?] I shake my [?], uh-uh-uh
Verse 5
That's my shawty, you better not talk to her
I swear to God, I'll drop a body, mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
Yeah, that's my shawty, you better not talk to her
Unless you wanna be another one of my body
That's my shawty, you better not talk to her
Unless you wanna be another one of my bodies
Put that to a pistol, and I'll shoot that Eminem thottie, uh, yeah
I swear to God, I'll pull up and shut down this whole party, uh, yeah
Damn, it's Odetari, mm, cursin' trash in that front parking room, huh, I don't want none of it, uh
They think that it's sunny, sunny, think they drivin' Illuminati, uh
I'm gettin' this bag, I'm gettin' this cheese
Pockets don't feel me swallow it, uh
Five million in my bank and I did this with no help, uh
Verse 6
Fuck it, you need some help, uh
Find out to my father, yeah
Hold on, I'm gettin' that gel
Yeah, my boy went outside, yeah
Bailin' us out of jail, uh
We gon' shoot you, yeah
Doin' that for my fella, uh
Pullin' up out of that cell, yeah
Gon' get my hair, yeah
Boy, I came from hell, uh, yeah
Never heard of my name
Verse 7
I'm playin' the game, that's just how it go
Fuck, lil' bitch, I'm movin' my roll
Uh, yeah, they say I ain't gon' fall off, fuck it
I already got my bread on board
Yeah, I buy me a big ass mansion, yeah
What can you do? Mm, yeah
I hit all of my money, yeah, I'm out to the moon
Mm, yeah, fuckin' off one more shot, yeah, what I already do, yeah
I don't care 'bout none of this, yeah, yeah
Verse 8
I don't care 'bout none, none of this shit, yeah
But my pockets is rich
Gonna help my brother in debt, yeah, yeah
My mama done did it, yeah
My grandma proud of me, yeah, yeah, I'm eatin' this spinach
Yeah, they feel more proud than me, yeah, yeah, na-na-na, yeah
Bridge
Mhm, keep it, keep it
Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it
Keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it, keep it
Verse 9
You keep that shit, I don't want no more, yeah
Puttin' them in the store, yeah
Bought it in New York, uh
LA, I'm gettin' my ho, yeah
Bitch, I be gettin' my dough, now
Let's not care about, fuck these, what these hag ass, I don't know, yeah
Why they talkin' about me? I don't even look by it, I don't even know, yeah
Curve my ears, I be lookin' straight in the television, and you don't, yeah
All I see is the money, all I see is a bunch of the dope, yeah
I dig your high running bitch, I'm down to be real dope, yeah
I just get off the shit that I built last year, I really was broke, yeah
I was takin' these drugs to feel somethin', my mouth feel slow, yeah
Only reason I drink is to just to feel a little bit more, uh
I got me some bad bitches, put my pants up and get on dope, yeah
Bitches wanna fuck my bitch, but I'm like, "Gopay some dope," yeah
You can't fuck me for free, mm, you gon' have to pay fee, yeah
I gon' have to pay you a fee, yeah
You wanna fuck me and my girl? Yeah, you gon' have to pay me a fee, yeah
I got me a bad lil' bitch, yeah, she wantin' to comin' to see, yeah
You're gonna leave my bag, yeah
I buy it, I don't even see it, yeah
They tellin' me what the price, I'm tellin' them, "I don't wanna see it"
Don't tell me what the price, I don't even wanna see it, yeah
"Here you go," gave 'em my card, yeah
Swipe it and then gon' delete it, uh
Bad bitches by my back, hm
I fuck her, she should be bleedin', mm
Fuck that bitch as she bleedin', uh
Damn, I'm really a demon, uh
Outro
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Alright, that's cool
That's a lot of flows, ah-ha
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