NU-NU

2 a.m she gettin' off
DJ she break him off
Anthem is take it off
Never ever tryna take a loss
Roll up getting higher than a bird
Lame boys getting on her nerves
So she kick them niggas to the curb
Swear she got a way with her words
Don't care about these broads
Looking for that nigga who a star
Get a couple drinks at the bar
Meet her outside in her car
Treat her to some wine & caviar
Fuck a long walk in the park
That's a no go from the start
Better hold on to your heart, she gon

Fuck it up, real good, from the suburbs
But she still hood, say this life
Make her feel good, how good, yea real good
She gon fuck it up, real good, from the suburbs
But she still hood, say this life
Make her feel good, how good, yea real good
Fuck it up, real good, from the suburbs
But she still hood, say this life
Make her feel good, how good, yea real good
She gon fuck it up, real good, from the suburbs
But she still hood, say this life
Make her feel good, how good, yea real good

Stack that money up to the ceiling
Don't get attached, don't get no feelings
Stack that money up to the ceiling
To the ceiling

All she worried bout is her dollar
Got that pussy popping like a collar
Baddie say she get it from her momma
She ain't ever worried bout the drama
Brand new drip for the season
Cashing out each & every week
Got that sticky icky like adhesion
Know she got it & she keep on teasing
She won't pay no mind
Less you paying for that time
Boss niggas on her line
All know she go live
She know she's a dime
Baddest & it's no surprise
All done seen her live
Came back three, four times cus she

Fuck it up, real good, from the suburbs
But she still hood, say this life
Make her feel good, how good, yea real good
She gon fuck it up, real good, from the suburbs
But she still hood, say this life
Make her feel good, how good, yea real good
Fuck it up, real good, from the suburbs
But she still hood, say this life
Make her feel good, how good, yea real good
She gon fuck it up, real good, from the suburbs
But she still hood, say this life
Make her feel good, how good, yea real good

Stack that money up to the ceiling
Don't get attached, don't get no feelings
Stack that money up to the ceiling
To the ceiling



Credits
Writer(s): Terence Ekanem
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