Housewife Reputation
I don't wanna end up on the fast track
I just wanna play and try and get this comeback
I don't have the time to go and relax
I don't wanna fuck a bitch 'cause she don't write back
Yea, don't got the time to look into the past, past (Mmm)
Stickin' in the present yea I don't like them flashbacks (Flashbacks)
Only got the time for the cash, cash (Cash)
Getting paid, yea you know I got them racks, racks (Uh-huh)
Tell 'em that I do it for the bread (Bread)
I don't wanna hit I wanna get some head
Tell 'em you'd be better off dead (Pop)
Hop up out the coupe and I'll see to it instead
Holy, moly
I tell 'em that I know that you're for me
Rolly, rolly, rolly
Flex my ice and it shines on the low key
I don't wanna end up on the fast track
I just wanna play and try and get this comeback
I don't have the time to go and relax
I don't wanna fuck a bitch 'cause she don't write back
Shit got me fucked up and I call her a hon (Hon)
Gas so strong and it hit me on the run
Tell 'em we runnin' but we do it for the fun
All you snitches are so fuckin' done
Hit her three times and I give her a son (Son)
Cap shit, yea I fucked and I won
Grind on the track and I close up the bun
We out alive and we ditchin' the gun
Where to go
I don't know (Huh)
We so fly (Uh-huh)
We so strong (Mmm)
Hit a lick (Lick)
Make a run (Run)
Touchin' down (Down)
I'm the plug (Plug)
Holy, moly
I tell 'em that I know that you're for me
Rolly, rolly, rolly
Flex my ice and it shines on the low key
I don't wanna end up on the fast track
I just wanna play and try and get this comeback
I don't have the time to go and relax
I don't wanna fuck a bitch 'cause she don't write back
I tell 'em that it's all about the comeback
Everybody watching as we gettin' all our cups smacked
Tell 'em not to doubt 'cause I just made this team stacked
Made a couple shots and now we callin' a rerack
I pull up with the shot yea it's a free throw
I bang it in the cup 'cause you know that I'm a cheat code
We coming back just like we pros
Got all them jawns all screamin' T Beau
Holy, moly
I tell 'em that I know that you're for me
Rolly, rolly, rolly
Flex my ice and it shines on the low key
I don't wanna end up on the fast track
I just wanna play and try and get this comeback
I don't have the time to go and relax
I don't wanna fuck a bitch 'cause she don't write back
I just wanna play and try and get this comeback
I don't have the time to go and relax
I don't wanna fuck a bitch 'cause she don't write back
Yea, don't got the time to look into the past, past (Mmm)
Stickin' in the present yea I don't like them flashbacks (Flashbacks)
Only got the time for the cash, cash (Cash)
Getting paid, yea you know I got them racks, racks (Uh-huh)
Tell 'em that I do it for the bread (Bread)
I don't wanna hit I wanna get some head
Tell 'em you'd be better off dead (Pop)
Hop up out the coupe and I'll see to it instead
Holy, moly
I tell 'em that I know that you're for me
Rolly, rolly, rolly
Flex my ice and it shines on the low key
I don't wanna end up on the fast track
I just wanna play and try and get this comeback
I don't have the time to go and relax
I don't wanna fuck a bitch 'cause she don't write back
Shit got me fucked up and I call her a hon (Hon)
Gas so strong and it hit me on the run
Tell 'em we runnin' but we do it for the fun
All you snitches are so fuckin' done
Hit her three times and I give her a son (Son)
Cap shit, yea I fucked and I won
Grind on the track and I close up the bun
We out alive and we ditchin' the gun
Where to go
I don't know (Huh)
We so fly (Uh-huh)
We so strong (Mmm)
Hit a lick (Lick)
Make a run (Run)
Touchin' down (Down)
I'm the plug (Plug)
Holy, moly
I tell 'em that I know that you're for me
Rolly, rolly, rolly
Flex my ice and it shines on the low key
I don't wanna end up on the fast track
I just wanna play and try and get this comeback
I don't have the time to go and relax
I don't wanna fuck a bitch 'cause she don't write back
I tell 'em that it's all about the comeback
Everybody watching as we gettin' all our cups smacked
Tell 'em not to doubt 'cause I just made this team stacked
Made a couple shots and now we callin' a rerack
I pull up with the shot yea it's a free throw
I bang it in the cup 'cause you know that I'm a cheat code
We coming back just like we pros
Got all them jawns all screamin' T Beau
Holy, moly
I tell 'em that I know that you're for me
Rolly, rolly, rolly
Flex my ice and it shines on the low key
I don't wanna end up on the fast track
I just wanna play and try and get this comeback
I don't have the time to go and relax
I don't wanna fuck a bitch 'cause she don't write back
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Harkins
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