Aye
I told that bitch I count my cake, bitch get out my face
For balling on the way, boy get out my way
Gold all on my waist, boy you ain't got shade
Now I'm getting cake, now your bitch gon' let me
Like oh god damn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh god damn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM I was fucking your love
11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch
Like I lost a lot of friends, but who give a fuck?
I got the money, now that's all that I want
She ate me for lunch, feel like 2Pac I'ma thug
Know some crips and bloods
Zanny, boy on drugs
Got a lot of people banging on me
Tell me why these niggas always hating on me
Coming home, they be waiting on me
Like jump off my dick, all that faking homie
Like oh god damn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh god damn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM I was fucking your love
11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch
Like fuck nigga, like can you leave me lone?
Made a million by myself, so yeah, that be my song
Like yeah I rock designer when I'm in my zone
Yeah I fucked your mama, I'm on my VLONE
Say I'm higher than a drone, boy you is my clone
Your mama a crackhead, I sold that bitch some stones
Now these bitches want me, I feel like I'm Mike Jones
281 330 8004
Catch me lean spilling while I'm lane switching
Drop the top, cocaine ceiling
Backwood, propaine pilling
Say my name in it, now your chain missing
Had a lot of friends and a lot of homies
Now I'm higher, now they all salty
Tell them niggas get the fuck up off me
Now I'm higher, now they all salty
Like oh god damn, that's the bitch that I want
Oh god damn, diamonds all on my fronts
Like 7 AM I was fucking your love
11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch
