1-900
Don't need no bitch
1-900 don't want that shit, like
Money on my mind, don't need no bitch
1-900, you don't want this shit
I'ma take a couple L's to the door, I'm quick
1-900 never trust no bitch
I be rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, ballin' so I MIA
Rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, pull up in a foreign thing
I be rollin', rollin', nah bitch
I be rockin', rollin', my wrist
Goddamn, girl throw it, on this
And I know you know it, you dumb bitch
Oh my, oh why, shawty look so goddamn fine
Oh my, oh why, Ima have to make her mine
It's a game baby, pull up in the two door coup it's a game baby
Money stacking through the roof, getting bands baby
Me plus love plus you on my hand baby
Baby girl what it do, I'm the man baby
I'm the man, but you already know this
In the back of the party gettin' lit
Skert off in a foreign whip like 1-900 you don't want this shit, bitch
Money on my mind, don't need no bitch
1-900, you don't want this shit
I'ma take a couple L's to the door, I'm quick
1-900 never trust no bitch
I be rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, ballin' so I MIA
Rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, pull up in a foreign thing
Pull up skert, skert oh my god
Your bitch with me in my car
Face down, ass up, she turnt up
A plus on the report card
You ride with me, we ball out
So swing my way and holla
I can't even stunt or front nah
That booty so big it go hard
Got a cup full of rosé, bitches in my old phone
I'm bout to fuck this hoe from Toronto
'Bout to hit the spot though, pussy el gotto
1-900 shawty wanna get on top though
I'm speedin' in the fast lane, pedal to the floor main
I eat that pussy like touché, now I got her screaming Speed Gang
Money on my mind, don't need no bitch
1-900, you don't want this shit
I'ma take a couple L's to the door, I'm quick
1-900 never trust no bitch
I be rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, ballin' so I MIA
Rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, pull up in a foreign thing
'Cause new hellos lead to old goodbyes
Man I cried when my dog died
Was the only real motherfucker in my life
I'll see you again homie, ride or die
'Cause I drink too much and I don't ask why
And I wonder if they ever crossed your mind
'Cause you crossed my heart and I hope you die
And I hope the needle goes in your eye, bitch
Shada da da da Speed Gang taking over, like
Lada da da da Speed Gang taking over, like
Lada da da da Speed Gang bitch we ballin', like
Lada da da da Speed Gang bitch we ballin'
1-900 don't want that shit, like
Money on my mind, don't need no bitch
1-900, you don't want this shit
I'ma take a couple L's to the door, I'm quick
1-900 never trust no bitch
I be rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, ballin' so I MIA
Rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, pull up in a foreign thing
I be rollin', rollin', nah bitch
I be rockin', rollin', my wrist
Goddamn, girl throw it, on this
And I know you know it, you dumb bitch
Oh my, oh why, shawty look so goddamn fine
Oh my, oh why, Ima have to make her mine
It's a game baby, pull up in the two door coup it's a game baby
Money stacking through the roof, getting bands baby
Me plus love plus you on my hand baby
Baby girl what it do, I'm the man baby
I'm the man, but you already know this
In the back of the party gettin' lit
Skert off in a foreign whip like 1-900 you don't want this shit, bitch
Money on my mind, don't need no bitch
1-900, you don't want this shit
I'ma take a couple L's to the door, I'm quick
1-900 never trust no bitch
I be rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, ballin' so I MIA
Rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, pull up in a foreign thing
Pull up skert, skert oh my god
Your bitch with me in my car
Face down, ass up, she turnt up
A plus on the report card
You ride with me, we ball out
So swing my way and holla
I can't even stunt or front nah
That booty so big it go hard
Got a cup full of rosé, bitches in my old phone
I'm bout to fuck this hoe from Toronto
'Bout to hit the spot though, pussy el gotto
1-900 shawty wanna get on top though
I'm speedin' in the fast lane, pedal to the floor main
I eat that pussy like touché, now I got her screaming Speed Gang
Money on my mind, don't need no bitch
1-900, you don't want this shit
I'ma take a couple L's to the door, I'm quick
1-900 never trust no bitch
I be rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, ballin' so I MIA
Rollin', rollin', rollin', ay, pull up in a foreign thing
'Cause new hellos lead to old goodbyes
Man I cried when my dog died
Was the only real motherfucker in my life
I'll see you again homie, ride or die
'Cause I drink too much and I don't ask why
And I wonder if they ever crossed your mind
'Cause you crossed my heart and I hope you die
And I hope the needle goes in your eye, bitch
Shada da da da Speed Gang taking over, like
Lada da da da Speed Gang taking over, like
Lada da da da Speed Gang bitch we ballin', like
Lada da da da Speed Gang bitch we ballin'
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Writer(s): Unknown Unknown, Jacob Bratrude
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