Small

Man the world is so small
Far away still talk
Man these hoes is so false
I ain't fuck I want you far

Money tall like a wall
Ain't no text just call
Keep the way we ball
Make man shell shock

Mudafucka try to beat me
Cause he really wish to be me
So much low don't intimidate me
So much love why don't you date me

Look at this hotel we up in this
We only roll pound weed business
We the best so tell keep killing
When we next yo down in minute

Man the world is so small
Far away we still talk
Man these hoes is so false
I ain't fuck I want you far

Indigo, hey
I'm in love with money, I'm in love with music too (Woo)
This ain't for you better find your son a some to do
I'm counting up money thinking what would Kuka Do (Rest in peace)
When I was broke all these bitches use to pick and choose (Ha)

This is the Indigo music you know what it is (You know what it is)
I'm in love with grindin', I don't believe in luck (Nah)
I'm on the highway telling me I see your keys stuck
You spent all that money on a ho and still ain't fuck nothing (Nothing)

I'm fucking in my Filas, my money knee high
I'm in condo you in Telly's, I beg the differ
If is pressure then I bring my dowgs just like Clifford
I'm on lean fucking on my liver

High then Wiz Khalifer, she a teaser
I'mma beat it, just like a Jackson (Jackson, Jackson)
I ain't rich so Ion got time to be relaxing (Nah)
And I got that work if you in front me I'mma tax ya (I'mma tax ya)
Is Indigo

Man the world is so small
Far away we still talk
Man these hoes is so false
I ain't fuck I want you far

Every single day they hate
But why, but why
I ain't fuck wit u
I ain't fuck wit
I ain't fuck wit u
So politely fock off



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Crespi
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