Demons

So much cash in my jeans my wallet couldn't even fit it
Shawty so bad that I couldn't just hit it
Weed so loud I rolled a blunt I couldn't even finish
Ask around bet they all know we don't play about business

He won't speak up I'm offended
Im the best thats just how ima end it
Truth be told most these niggas pretending
We don't play no games this aint a scrimage
I made my money flip like a gymnast
I can tell that you really don't get it
Its sad to admit it thats how we get it
I had to pay my mommas rent off my trap phone singing
Cellphone ringing
Pinky ring blinging
Pretty bitch fiending
She want a demon
Pray

So much cash in my jeans my wallet couldn't even fit it
Shawty so bad that I couldn't just hit it
Weed so loud I rolled a blunt I couldn't even finish
Ask around bet they all know we don't play about business



Credits
Writer(s): Rico Santino Quinones
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