I Don't
I don't wanna fall in love with no bitch we get money grew up in the storm brodie life wasn't sunny
Bitches would dub me no funny now they send locations like pull up and fuck me it's funny
I'm not really even frontin' I cut off my best friend cuz he didn't love me
Talkin we put him in crutches they ate off my plate didn't even wanna cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Can't meet my momma until I cuff it
On the real tho I won't ever cuff it
These bitches be basic they changing in public
Why you look nervous in person
Why when I'm workin' she wanna get the purses
Talk bout ya grind but you don't even deserve it
Try see the light but we couldn't pull the curtain let's go
Freak hoe dumb hoe Treesh hoe Brodie shootin' ops always hit like a free throw
They be sendin' songs I don't peep hoe ball like I came from Seattle that's beast mode
999 Messages don't check my phone less it's bout counting presidents
Don't gotta ask but she sending it I feel we at the at the top ain't no equal
Rollin exotic said fuck being sober
That hoe wanna talk wanna fuck for the closure
I been gettin' bread on the low and she know
Sticky icky on me we smoking odor
The way that she talk make me feel like the goat
Ima jus' focus on bread cus the money is valid a hoe always gon be a hoe
I had to boss up and get it
I don't want no friends they don't get it
I'm always with paper like it was my fetish
Countin' this moola that's counting my blessings
I get the bag you don't even gotta question
I broke her heart so she learnin' the lesson
Only got baddest bitches in my section
Know they can't understand all this struggle that I been through
I wanna make my momma proud that we only counting these blues
I do fast money, youngin is smart but said fuck school
Murder of the lamb, I don't trust nobody, bitch I'm not stressin' bout you
I don't wanna fall in love with no bitch we get money grew up in the storm Brodie life wasn't sunny
Bitches would dub me no funny now they send locations like pull up and fuck me it's funny
I'm not really even frontin' I cut off my best friend cuz he didn't love me
Talkin we put him in crutches they ate off my plate didn't even wanna cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Can't meet my momma until I cuff it
On the real tho I won't ever cuff it
These bitches be basic they changing in public
Why you look nervous in person
Why when I'm workin' she wanna get the purses
Talk bout ya grind but you don't even deserve it
Try see the light but we couldn't pull the curtain let's go
Bitches would dub me no funny now they send locations like pull up and fuck me it's funny
I'm not really even frontin' I cut off my best friend cuz he didn't love me
Talkin we put him in crutches they ate off my plate didn't even wanna cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Can't meet my momma until I cuff it
On the real tho I won't ever cuff it
These bitches be basic they changing in public
Why you look nervous in person
Why when I'm workin' she wanna get the purses
Talk bout ya grind but you don't even deserve it
Try see the light but we couldn't pull the curtain let's go
Freak hoe dumb hoe Treesh hoe Brodie shootin' ops always hit like a free throw
They be sendin' songs I don't peep hoe ball like I came from Seattle that's beast mode
999 Messages don't check my phone less it's bout counting presidents
Don't gotta ask but she sending it I feel we at the at the top ain't no equal
Rollin exotic said fuck being sober
That hoe wanna talk wanna fuck for the closure
I been gettin' bread on the low and she know
Sticky icky on me we smoking odor
The way that she talk make me feel like the goat
Ima jus' focus on bread cus the money is valid a hoe always gon be a hoe
I had to boss up and get it
I don't want no friends they don't get it
I'm always with paper like it was my fetish
Countin' this moola that's counting my blessings
I get the bag you don't even gotta question
I broke her heart so she learnin' the lesson
Only got baddest bitches in my section
Know they can't understand all this struggle that I been through
I wanna make my momma proud that we only counting these blues
I do fast money, youngin is smart but said fuck school
Murder of the lamb, I don't trust nobody, bitch I'm not stressin' bout you
I don't wanna fall in love with no bitch we get money grew up in the storm Brodie life wasn't sunny
Bitches would dub me no funny now they send locations like pull up and fuck me it's funny
I'm not really even frontin' I cut off my best friend cuz he didn't love me
Talkin we put him in crutches they ate off my plate didn't even wanna cut it
Cut it
Cut it
Can't meet my momma until I cuff it
On the real tho I won't ever cuff it
These bitches be basic they changing in public
Why you look nervous in person
Why when I'm workin' she wanna get the purses
Talk bout ya grind but you don't even deserve it
Try see the light but we couldn't pull the curtain let's go
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Velikov
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