She tryna fuck on the kitchen Only way that we fuck, if you bring all your friends Uh-uh-huh, uh-uh-huh, yeah, yeah (Ferno spazzed on this mothafucker)
I run it up, got me a bag I'ma blow it all, then I do it again She tryna fuck on the kitchen Only way that we fuck, if you bring all your friends Versace all up on my body, I'm flexin' You know that I settin' these trends Pocket watchin' like a pussy I can't keep track of all the money I spend Hate 'cause we poppin', I call that a fan They flipped the script, I'm stickin' to the plan All white walkin', lookin' like a Xan' They been plottin', boy, them boys ain't your friends
Can't trip, my Balenci's camе without no laces I see they showin' love to thе fakes My niggas was breakin' bread before we made it Bro in the field, he keep on catchin' cases I got some niggas that's locked in that box They was definitely Roddy, but never got rich I feel like I can't put trust in nobody These niggas ain't solid get caught on the flip All my niggas got bodies and sticks Me and my niggas was sharin' clothes But look, we finally rich Can't reminisce about the past days I'm just tryna get my back straight
I run it up, got me a bag I'ma blow it all, then I do it again She tryna fuck on the kitchen Only way that we fuck, if you bring all your friends Versace all up on my body, I'm flexin' You know that I settin' these trends Pocket watchin' like a pussy I can't keep track of all the money I spend Hate 'cause we poppin', I call that a fan They flipped the script, I'm stickin' to the plan All white walkin', lookin' like a Xan' They been plottin', boy, them boys ain't your friends
Everybody switchin' up for no reason I've been out here, I've been fightin' my demons Hoodie on, yeah, it's really that season Keep your love, 'cause a nigga don't need it Fuck the plain jane, bitch, I need my shit flooded Bag chasin', overloaded on luggage 2020 whip, I don't need to touch it Just push the button and this bitch get to runnin' This bitch get to runnin', I pull out the choppa, you runnin' That's not your bitch if you know that we fuckin' Too many hunnids, no time for no lovin' They mad 'cause I'm up, I turn nothin' to somethin'
I run it up, got me a bag I'ma blow it all, then I do it again She tryna fuck on the kitchen Only way that we fuck, if you bring all your friends Versace all up on my body, I'm flexin' You know that I settin' these trends Pocket watchin' like a pussy I can't keep track of all the money I spend Hate 'cause we poppin', I call that a fan They flipped the script, I'm stickin' to the plan All white walkin', lookin' like a Xan' They been plottin', boy, them boys ain't your friends
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