[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
Just fucked this ho now she say I'm actin' different
I fuck ya, but I can't trust ya, know the difference
I'm for real tryna get the guap' to touch the ceiling
So I can afford to be in my feelings, yeah
And you told me on thing (What you say?)
You say you walk in this bitch with the racks out
That's enough to make a rich bitch pass out
After you fuck 'em then put 'em on the damn couch
Nigga walk around this bitch, feel like the man now
If you don't got bread, run it up, don't ask for a hand-outs
We was hot back then, bring the fan out, yeah
[Bridge]
Fuck it, bros fall out like fuck it, yeah
We was all gettin' money
We was all gettin' lucky, yeah
(Uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse]
It was BnB's like every weekend
Too much bitches in my face, about ten
She said "how you made them songs without no pen?"
I pray to god but its like everybody wait for me to sin
Yeah, bros fall out, like fuck it, but who let us fall off?
These hoes get fucked up, [?] shirt like they work at Walmart
Don't test me, the niggas call me Tony
Stark, you said I'm a dog so I bark
Got too much clips and its movin', I'll give you a part
Yeah, I don't give a fuck about this shit
I'ma go crazy on this bitch
Got a new Demon, a stick-shift
Now I need a new demon, bad bitch
Bitch too classy, and the bitch look lavish
[Chorus]
Just fucked this ho now she say I'm actin' different
I fuck ya, but I can't trust ya, know the difference
I'm for real tryna get the guap' to touch the ceiling
So I can afford to be in my feelings, yeah
And you told me on thing (What you say?)
You say you walk in this bitch with the racks out
That's enough to make a rich bitch pass out
After you fuck 'em then put 'em on the damn couch
Nigga walk around this bitch, feel like the man now
If you don't got bread, run it up, don't ask for a hand-outs
We was hot back then, bring the fan out, yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
Just fucked this ho now she say I'm actin' different
I fuck ya, but I can't trust ya, know the difference
I'm for real tryna get the guap' to touch the ceiling
So I can afford to be in my feelings, yeah
And you told me on thing (What you say?)
You say you walk in this bitch with the racks out
That's enough to make a rich bitch pass out
After you fuck 'em then put 'em on the damn couch
Nigga walk around this bitch, feel like the man now
If you don't got bread, run it up, don't ask for a hand-outs
We was hot back then, bring the fan out, yeah
[Bridge]
Fuck it, bros fall out like fuck it, yeah
We was all gettin' money
We was all gettin' lucky, yeah
(Uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse]
It was BnB's like every weekend
Too much bitches in my face, about ten
She said "how you made them songs without no pen?"
I pray to god but its like everybody wait for me to sin
Yeah, bros fall out, like fuck it, but who let us fall off?
These hoes get fucked up, [?] shirt like they work at Walmart
Don't test me, the niggas call me Tony
Stark, you said I'm a dog so I bark
Got too much clips and its movin', I'll give you a part
Yeah, I don't give a fuck about this shit
I'ma go crazy on this bitch
Got a new Demon, a stick-shift
Now I need a new demon, bad bitch
Bitch too classy, and the bitch look lavish
[Chorus]
Just fucked this ho now she say I'm actin' different
I fuck ya, but I can't trust ya, know the difference
I'm for real tryna get the guap' to touch the ceiling
So I can afford to be in my feelings, yeah
And you told me on thing (What you say?)
You say you walk in this bitch with the racks out
That's enough to make a rich bitch pass out
After you fuck 'em then put 'em on the damn couch
Nigga walk around this bitch, feel like the man now
If you don't got bread, run it up, don't ask for a hand-outs
We was hot back then, bring the fan out, yeah
( JustDeuce )
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