Sideline
Flashing lights, count money, it's a cash cow
You was talking shit, but I'm getting to my bag
Lots of vices in my head that I can't even count now
And I've been popping xans, but I still can't seem to slow down
Now she hit my phone I decline, I don't lose time
It's by no surprise, got my bro on the FaceTime
Called because I glowed, and she wanna see my wrist shine
I fly coast to coast, while you sitting on the sideline
Ya
I just made a rack flipping packs time to upscale
Bitch I'm independent making money off of resale
I don't fuck with fakes ya I buy that shit for retail
My teeth filled with ice hit the blunt then I exhale
Your new shorty pretty nice ima steal that
Look into my eyes, heart of ice, but don't feel bad
I stay up at night playing games while you still sad
Never trust a hoe cause you'll never get your soul back
Flashing lights, count money, it's a cash cow
You was talking shit, but I'm getting to my bag
Lots of vices in my head that I can't even count now
And I've been popping xans, but I still can't seem to slow down
Now she hit my phone I decline, I don't lose time
It's by no surprise, got my bro on the FaceTime
Called because I glowed, and she wanna see my wrist shine
I fly coast to coast, while you sitting on the sideline
Pulled up on your hoe with Versace on my eye sight
She just fell in love with me, I think that shorty my type
Ride up in my phantom got me feeling like a poltergeist
Porsche Panamera ima skirt off, they like Jesus Christ
Bitch I'm sipping potions, by the ocean
Shorty she approaching, give her slow dick
If you wanna be my lover, treat me right
Molly got me seeing colors, flashing lights
Flashing lights, count money, it's a cash cow
You was talking shit, but I'm getting to my bag
Lots of vices in my head that I can't even count now
And I've been popping xans, but I still can't seem to slow down
Now she hit my phone I decline, I don't lose time
It's by no surprise, got my bro on the FaceTime
Called because I glowed, and she wanna see my wrist shine
I fly coast to coast, while you sitting on the sideline
May not really like me, but you will never meet me
This shit has a price, house of lies, it ain't easy
And how I never know they're a snake till they leave me
Then they come back when I blow say they need me
You was talking shit, but I'm getting to my bag
Lots of vices in my head that I can't even count now
And I've been popping xans, but I still can't seem to slow down
Now she hit my phone I decline, I don't lose time
It's by no surprise, got my bro on the FaceTime
Called because I glowed, and she wanna see my wrist shine
I fly coast to coast, while you sitting on the sideline
Ya
I just made a rack flipping packs time to upscale
Bitch I'm independent making money off of resale
I don't fuck with fakes ya I buy that shit for retail
My teeth filled with ice hit the blunt then I exhale
Your new shorty pretty nice ima steal that
Look into my eyes, heart of ice, but don't feel bad
I stay up at night playing games while you still sad
Never trust a hoe cause you'll never get your soul back
Flashing lights, count money, it's a cash cow
You was talking shit, but I'm getting to my bag
Lots of vices in my head that I can't even count now
And I've been popping xans, but I still can't seem to slow down
Now she hit my phone I decline, I don't lose time
It's by no surprise, got my bro on the FaceTime
Called because I glowed, and she wanna see my wrist shine
I fly coast to coast, while you sitting on the sideline
Pulled up on your hoe with Versace on my eye sight
She just fell in love with me, I think that shorty my type
Ride up in my phantom got me feeling like a poltergeist
Porsche Panamera ima skirt off, they like Jesus Christ
Bitch I'm sipping potions, by the ocean
Shorty she approaching, give her slow dick
If you wanna be my lover, treat me right
Molly got me seeing colors, flashing lights
Flashing lights, count money, it's a cash cow
You was talking shit, but I'm getting to my bag
Lots of vices in my head that I can't even count now
And I've been popping xans, but I still can't seem to slow down
Now she hit my phone I decline, I don't lose time
It's by no surprise, got my bro on the FaceTime
Called because I glowed, and she wanna see my wrist shine
I fly coast to coast, while you sitting on the sideline
May not really like me, but you will never meet me
This shit has a price, house of lies, it ain't easy
And how I never know they're a snake till they leave me
Then they come back when I blow say they need me
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Writer(s): Tyler Stubblefield
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