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Aye I told her what’s cracking, It’s Cdot Hope u coming with me when I leave Money ain’t shit man I know a lil place we can go Where it fall off the trees I’m in love with designer Bought dolce gabanna to go on each of yo feet And I hope u can throw it back I be enjoying that I’m finna put you to sleep If it ain’t money let’s not talk about it I usually be keeping it brief Yo nigga want smoke when we see him I told my lil nigga to aim at his teeth And you can front all you want I see I straight through that shit Man I know where you week She say she need her a fix I Slip her this dick she instantly week You Tryna keep it low key, thats cool wit me We ain’t gotta speak And She say the kids sleep SongtexteSound good to me, I know how to creep aye I’m in that Fast Jeep When It push start I woke up the street And You better Fast think Cause when I’m gone you missed your beat Nigga You did not have to cut me off like that You bogus as fuck, I ain't do shit to you You mad cause a mafucka can't Jump when you say jump? nigga fuck you If Its fuck me its fuck you I’ma clown but still fucked you And tell yo friend to shut up too I would’ve been fucked her if I wanted to Now I think we good let’s Call a troose I don’t know why we sitting In this car We going no where like we on a boot This shit started wit yo attitude And yo point of views , Aye Im tired of trying and being accused I’m focused on revenue I ain’t got Time to hear you wine And switching yo moods Talking about you really don’t read them But out of your DM can pick from a thousand dudes And if a new door open when one close I’m in the crib with a thousand rooms Aye I’m grateful, Inhaling smoke wen I breathe Really I ain’t have a thing Stop You tryna make shit more than it be Really We just were a Fling I wonder, would you even pick me If my diamonds wasn’t giving a bling I’m guilty too I only picked you cause Yo ass couldn’t fit in them jeans I should’ve told ha I’m bipolar I should’ve kept it a G Cause after all the shit I told her I want her on my wing Im the king around this bitch you know you can be the queen Or better yet be my fiancée let’s pick out a ring I don’t know whats wrong with you I don’t know what you going through But you acting bogus as fuck And Like, I don’t know whats wrong with you (Voicemail Beep) Aus Songtexte Mania