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I'm not tryna be here for a long time Just, just a good, good time I got a lot of shit weighin' on my mind Weighin' on my mind So fuckin' serious, you niggas' delirious Said it wit' exclamation, but niggas can't fuck wit' me, period Bitch, right off the back, I need y'all to flex All of this stuntin' look good for my ex All of these zeros look good on my checks I got like two or three phones for business and bitches and still can't even answer a text Yeah, we in the spot, we won't give it a rest They be sayin' that that liquor gon' catch up to you Nigga, it ain't caught up to me yet I hit the road, I look like the mayor Countin' up fifties and twentiеs and tens I'm out of state, they givе me a ten Ballin' again, again, again, again, again Ballin' again, again, again, again, again That was the plan again, bitch, I'm the man again Walk out of Louis, it look like a mannequin All the store management wanna know how much I spend, I spend, yeah I don't fuck wit' her, she fiesty All of the niggas that's wit' me are shiesty This is the reason these niggas don't like me, yeah I gotta win, I gotta hit from the back when it's pricy SongtexteI gotta fly out the trappers to sight-see She wanna fuck wit' a R&B singer I hit her, I ducked her, I sent her to Nyce B I'm on a roll like the motherfuckin' dice be I'm catchin' pussy like I'm Jerry Rice I'm catchin' pussy like it was a flight I'm in your city, what's up for the night? I, I've had way too much to drink, you know, I 1942, it ain't on me, sing to five Ex callin' up my phone, fuckin' up the vibe Tonight's not the night, tonight's not the— Ayy, yeah, fuck that bitch, yeah Hop on the couch, yeah (Yeah), take me a flick, yeah (Uh) The Louis V belt, yeah (Yeah), Louis V belt, yeah (Uh) Fuck that bitch, yeah (Yeah) I'm on the couch, yeah (Yeah), take me a flick, yeah Louis V belt, yeah (Yeah), Louis V belt, yeah Louis V belt, yeah (Yeah), Louis V belt, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania