Atm

You can't ride with me if you ain't down with them
Wait who? All my niggas by the ATM
Oh, I can see it, she just wanna be like them
Yeah, I can see it: insecure, riding trends
Want a piece of me? Nah, get the full cake
Get the bad, get the worst, get the full taste
ATM, paper friends I don't do no hoes
ATM, paper friends, I don't do no bros

Yup, yup, yup
Yup, yup, yup
Yup, yup
Pause, pause, pause
Pull it back, hit it raw

All this weed in my blunts got me coughing up
All this love in my blood got me fucking up
And this bitch with the b got me troublesome
Wait what? Yeah, I meant double cup
Ain't no soft, if I am, that's between me and her
Ain't no boss, but a man, make that bitch squirt, squirt
That's a water gun, yeah I keep a ton
What you talking 'bout? Where is Willis, huh
And she brown with no tan, yeah I like that
And she know I got talent, yeah I like that

Yup, yup, yup
Yup, yup, yup
Yup, yup
Pause, pause, pause
Pull it back, hit it raw

You can't ride with me if you ain't down with them
Wait who? All my niggas by the ATM
Oh, I can see it, she just wanna be like them
Yeah, I can see it: insecure, riding trends
Want a piece of me? Nah, get the full cake
Get the bad, get the worst, get the full taste
ATM, paper friends I don't do no hoes
ATM, paper friends, I don't do no bros

Yup, yup, yup
Yup, yup, yup
Yup, yup

Ay, she spreading them legs, I thought I told you man
Ay, she fuck with the boy, but she ain't the only one, no mam
Uh huh, go 'head, give head, bust down bust down
Uh huh, go 'head, give head, bust down bust down
And I got my niggas leaning up
And I got these bitches going nuts
And I got these bitches smoking bud
She keep asking, drastic what I want
I got flowers, I got condoms, I got all the love you need



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Writer(s): Markos Lämås
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