Vlone

Match my vlone wit' my drank
I'm no longer here I can't hear a thing you say
Money counter countin' yeah I ball like I'm Dame
I don't go on dates she come straight to my place

Ain't going back on what you said
Nowadays just seems like you just want me dead
& it's like I listen ima die chasin' this bread
Bury me inside of coupe
Didn't know now never knew
In my eyes only you

Cartier rings like I do
Puttin' blues on me like clues
So I chop the brains off the coupe

Yeah
Molly in my system yeah that help me bag your hoe
All my diamonds hittin yeah they dancin' like it's vogue

Ima do whatever you gon meet me at my show
40 for the show 40 pointers on my lobes
Do this shit for me but ima spend it on my bros
Do me like a stranger ima leave you out this dough

Match my vlone wit' my drank
I'm no longer here I can't hear a thing you say
Money counter countin' yeah I ball like I'm Dame
I don't go on dates she come straight to my place

Match my vlone wit' my drank
I'm no longer here I can't hear a thing you say
Money counter countin' yeah I ball like I'm Dame
I don't go on dates she come straight to my place

Match my Vlone wit' my
Match my Vlone wit' my drank...



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Writer(s): Alex Alfaro
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