Freak
Ain't gon' fuck with you
She gon' fuck with me
She all on the gram
Grown, little freak
She all on her knee
Where she wanna be
I don't put no pressure
The pressure on me
Flex with a G
Take a shopping spree
Shorty want Chanel
Alexander McQueen
Girl I got what ya need
We in Beverly
Take you to the Hills
Where I'm destined to be
Hopped up in the club ain't have no roll up
I just seen a bad bitch, I said hold up
I gotta lot of weight up on my shoulders
And na we be rolling up them boulders
Counting up this money
Bad bitch yeah she on me she's a bunny
A white bunny and she just got that money
Oh my days oh my days yeah they turned sunny
Roll them backwoods up it's kind of lumpy
Na you know I'm high like Humpty Dumpty
Ima let her blow me like a trumpet
(Jumped in the what the fuck is that)
Baby you know that I ball
Dribble it niggas gon' fall
We could go shop at the mall
We could go fuck in the car
Kick back ya feet
You relaxing with me
Take care ya needs
Baby what you tryna eat
Del Frisco Dream
It's the Ruth Chris supreme
Ain't gon' fuck with you
She gon' fuck with me
She all on the gram
Grown, little freak
She all on her knee
Where she wanna be
I don't put no pressure
The pressure on me
Flex with a G
Take a shopping spree
Shorty want Chanel
Alexander McQueen
Girl I got what ya need
We in Beverly
Take you to the Hills
Where I'm destined to be
I'm a trap nigga, watch up how u act baby
Got a sack baby, quit with all the chat baby
Usher baby, damn you got it bad you got it bad
You a freak, little freak
Get in ur bag, get in ur bag
(Tell that bitch pull up)
Aint nothing change pull up
Everybody talkin' money but ain't spending no bucks
And I been blowing the damn bag since I been rockin' Slow Bucks
And baby I don't mean to brag
You know we got it, no luck
(No luck)
Aye
They say pressure gon' make diamonds
So I apply that pressure
U know that FVME got perfect timing
She all up on my line
U know I hit decline yeah
She throw that ass back
U know I hit rewind yeah
If it wasn't for the gram
You wouldn't know my name yeah
Kicked her out the section
You know my name is FVME yeah
Came wit MBM
You know that's the gang yeah
In the big body
Know we switching lanes yeah
(Switching lanes yeah)
Ain't gon' fuck with you
She gon' fuck with me
She all on the gram
Grown, little freak
She all on her knee
Where she wanna be
I don't put no pressure
The pressure on me
Flex with a G
Take a shopping spree
Shorty want Chanel
Alexander McQueen
Girl I got what ya need
We in Beverly
Take you to the Hills
Where I'm destined to be
She gon' fuck with me
She all on the gram
Grown, little freak
She all on her knee
Where she wanna be
I don't put no pressure
The pressure on me
Flex with a G
Take a shopping spree
Shorty want Chanel
Alexander McQueen
Girl I got what ya need
We in Beverly
Take you to the Hills
Where I'm destined to be
Hopped up in the club ain't have no roll up
I just seen a bad bitch, I said hold up
I gotta lot of weight up on my shoulders
And na we be rolling up them boulders
Counting up this money
Bad bitch yeah she on me she's a bunny
A white bunny and she just got that money
Oh my days oh my days yeah they turned sunny
Roll them backwoods up it's kind of lumpy
Na you know I'm high like Humpty Dumpty
Ima let her blow me like a trumpet
(Jumped in the what the fuck is that)
Baby you know that I ball
Dribble it niggas gon' fall
We could go shop at the mall
We could go fuck in the car
Kick back ya feet
You relaxing with me
Take care ya needs
Baby what you tryna eat
Del Frisco Dream
It's the Ruth Chris supreme
Ain't gon' fuck with you
She gon' fuck with me
She all on the gram
Grown, little freak
She all on her knee
Where she wanna be
I don't put no pressure
The pressure on me
Flex with a G
Take a shopping spree
Shorty want Chanel
Alexander McQueen
Girl I got what ya need
We in Beverly
Take you to the Hills
Where I'm destined to be
I'm a trap nigga, watch up how u act baby
Got a sack baby, quit with all the chat baby
Usher baby, damn you got it bad you got it bad
You a freak, little freak
Get in ur bag, get in ur bag
(Tell that bitch pull up)
Aint nothing change pull up
Everybody talkin' money but ain't spending no bucks
And I been blowing the damn bag since I been rockin' Slow Bucks
And baby I don't mean to brag
You know we got it, no luck
(No luck)
Aye
They say pressure gon' make diamonds
So I apply that pressure
U know that FVME got perfect timing
She all up on my line
U know I hit decline yeah
She throw that ass back
U know I hit rewind yeah
If it wasn't for the gram
You wouldn't know my name yeah
Kicked her out the section
You know my name is FVME yeah
Came wit MBM
You know that's the gang yeah
In the big body
Know we switching lanes yeah
(Switching lanes yeah)
Ain't gon' fuck with you
She gon' fuck with me
She all on the gram
Grown, little freak
She all on her knee
Where she wanna be
I don't put no pressure
The pressure on me
Flex with a G
Take a shopping spree
Shorty want Chanel
Alexander McQueen
Girl I got what ya need
We in Beverly
Take you to the Hills
Where I'm destined to be
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Writer(s): Damar Vanputten
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