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I'ma do my own shit, don't give a fuck what y'all say If I love you and you need me, just know I'm one call away War ready, bitch, the clip longer than a hallway Heart cold, I'll bless a pussy nigga broad day Racks stuffed in my Gucci bag Bitch, I got beaucoup cash Come shop with me, we move them bags And yeah, we moving fast Get off my dick, lil' groupie-ass Keep playing and lose your hat Pick up the bag and do the math Damn, I'm so used to that Pussy niggas coppin' deuces, they know we don't wave flags Hit up Bap, he up the Mac, and blow your shit way back Pulled up met the plug right there, racetrack Pulled off in a foreign, oh, I know they hate that She in my business, so I told that bitch stay off my dick He in his feelings, I guess that's cause he broke as a bitch I go and get it, won't never ask nobody else for shit It took a minute, but now I'm just two steps from being rich Pop out in traffic cruising, I swear I be on some other shit Big stick on side me coolin', he run up and I'ma bust this bitch Yeah, all these hoes be choosin', but I won't never love a bitch That lil' ho must be stupid, if she think I'ma trust a bitch SongtexteI'ma do my own shit, don't give a fuck what y'all say If I love you and you need me, just know I'm one call away War ready, bitch, the clip longer than a hallway Heart cold, I'll bless a pussy nigga broad day Racks stuffed in my Gucci bag Bitch, I got beaucoup cash Come shop with me, we move them bags And yeah, we moving fast Get off my dick, lil' groupie-ass Keep playing and lose your hat Pick up the bag and do the math Damn, I'm so used to that Aus Songtexte Mania