Sexy 2.0
Sexy
I don't want nothin' but no sexy
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good
People don't impress me
Shawty I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good
People don't impress me
Shawty I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
My drip is contagious, you really could get it
You flexin' these cars, but I laugh 'cause they rented
There's fire in the booth every time that I'm in it
And I got the juice like it's made in a minute
Track star for the money y'all ran to my digits
And I gain new fans every time I drop snippets
They calling me Charlie 'cause I got the ticket
I'm making some noise while you sound like a cricket
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good
People don't impress me
Shawty I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good
People don't impress me
Shawty I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Aye oh shit
It's the same niggas I roll with
Show off that ass when she post pics
She show that ass when she post pics, yeah
Hey oh shit
It's the same niggas I post with
She say my reason makes no sense
She say my reason makes no sense
Hey, she said your reason makes no sense
Girls who are fake be the closest
Like Little Mosey, I know who it is
She always gon' act like she know shit
She in that fashionnova bikini
I'm all on your timeline, I know that you see me
My diamonds are relics, I'm water they Fiji
Keep on trying but you never gon' be me
You can do
You can do
You can, you can, you can do
Anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good
People don't impress me
Shawty I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good
People don't impress me
Shawty I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead
I don't want nothin' but no sexy
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good
People don't impress me
Shawty I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good
People don't impress me
Shawty I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
My drip is contagious, you really could get it
You flexin' these cars, but I laugh 'cause they rented
There's fire in the booth every time that I'm in it
And I got the juice like it's made in a minute
Track star for the money y'all ran to my digits
And I gain new fans every time I drop snippets
They calling me Charlie 'cause I got the ticket
I'm making some noise while you sound like a cricket
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good
People don't impress me
Shawty I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good
People don't impress me
Shawty I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Aye oh shit
It's the same niggas I roll with
Show off that ass when she post pics
She show that ass when she post pics, yeah
Hey oh shit
It's the same niggas I post with
She say my reason makes no sense
She say my reason makes no sense
Hey, she said your reason makes no sense
Girls who are fake be the closest
Like Little Mosey, I know who it is
She always gon' act like she know shit
She in that fashionnova bikini
I'm all on your timeline, I know that you see me
My diamonds are relics, I'm water they Fiji
Keep on trying but you never gon' be me
You can do
You can do
You can, you can, you can do
Anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good
People don't impress me
Shawty I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good
People don't impress me
Shawty I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead
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Writer(s): Sterling May
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