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Never been average
Smokin' gas while I fuck on a bad bitch... yea
Had to x out a sad bitch
Hoes be cravin' attention, some sad shit... damn
I can't think about no past shit
I done up and went hopped in my bag quick
Mane I gotta get loaded that's stupid rich
Move the bitch out the way like I'm Ludacris

My vision vivid its some like a TV screen
Know I gotta stay focused to get the cream
Trynna make some reality of my dreams
This bitch all on my line I'm like "What you need?"
I done hit from behind, we done made a scene
I could never just cuff her, that's make believe
She get turned up that's after she eat the D
I put dick on her plate like a bakery

Bitch I'm chasin' this gwap, why you chasin' me?
Talkin' stalkerish, shit you can't say to me
She get crazy but know not to play with me
I'm just dickin' you down, you can't lay with me
Hurricane that lil pussy, bay bay with me
Fully load a new whip, 'Cedes or a Jeep
All I want is the money, I rack the cheese
Gotta run the check up, put it on my feet

Never been average
Smokin' gas while I fuck on a bad bitch... yea
Had to x out a sad bitch
Hoes be cravin' attention, some sad shit... damn
I can't think about no past shit
I done up and went hopped in my bag quick
Mane I gotta get loaded that's stupid rich
Move the bitch out the way like I'm Ludacris

In for my blessings let's fill up a room
Spit on this shit like I just lost a tooth
Back in the 'Stang, youngin swervin' the coupe
Turned up a thotty, the head was a 2
She think she beautiful, I think she cool
Still I can't lie, that lil pussy a pool
Speakin' of pool just wet up the jewels
Slidin' off smooth, I'm back to the loot

Never been average
Smokin' gas while I fuck on a bad bitch... yea
Had to x out a sad bitch
Hoes be cravin' attention, some sad shit... damn
I can't think about no past shit
I done up and went hopped in my bag quick
Mane I gotta get loaded that's stupid rich
Move the bitch out the way like I'm Ludacris



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Writer(s): Bally Money
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