Suit Up
Drinking irresponsibly
Yeah
I'm not to blame for my decisions
Yeah
I seen my dad do it first
Woah
Different days for different bitches
Yeah
I'm on a bag chase
Say you want a rich nigga
What it's gone cost me
Tryna get your tits bigger
Mind on six figures
You wanna new one
Call them hoes O-line I done ran through em
Bitches trying out for the team tryna suit up
I know it's right there for me need it sooner
I got a twenty-something and a cougar
I gotta sub on the bench if I lose one
Another bank run that's what I'm laughing at
Haha
Tryna dub my last bitch she wasn't having that
Sitting on eight racks she might see half of that
Took a greedy hoe shopping want the whole rack
You gotta have it to come with
I hada get out my comfort
I had to learn from my uncle shit
Fuck that too nice humble shit
Plane getting way to high I'm getting harder to reach
Threw her a bag on Sunday it's getting harder to preach
My money long like sermons
Looking outside they purging
Cleaning my ice submerge em
Shots go vis versa
Might hit your bitch no Ike
She want 42 straight no ice
Make an opp wanna hate his life
Every man gotta pay his price
I go in the booth I'm making a hit simple
One on her cheek, two on her back dimples
I done bag the friend too
Incidental
Groupie bougie
I'll let her cry over Gucci
I let her star in a movie
Look who run it again yeah
Yea I'm gettin it back
Look who hitting again
Woah she love the swing of my bat
I said it i said it Nigga
I'm never walking it back
Niggas outside evicted
Too high clip it
Had her on tape explicit
Rich shit
Bitch blew a bag on big tits
Stand back distance
Weight up bench him
Beef flip him
The streets its different
You say you love me then pray for me
You say you love me then stay with me
Drinking irresponsibly
Yeah
I'm not to blame for my decisions
Yeah
I seen my dad do it first
Woah
Different days for different bitches
Yeah
I'm on a bag chase
Say you want a rich nigga
What it's gone cost me
Tryna get your tits bigger
Mind on six figures
You wanna new one
Call them hoes O-line I done ran through em
Bitches trying out for the team tryna suit up
I know it's right there for me need it sooner
I got a twenty-something and a cougar
I gotta sub on the bench if I lose one
Another bank run that's what I'm laughing at
Haha
Tryna dub my last bitch she wasn't having that
Sitting on eight racks she might see half of that
Took a greedy hoe shopping want the whole rack
Yeah
I'm not to blame for my decisions
Yeah
I seen my dad do it first
Woah
Different days for different bitches
Yeah
I'm on a bag chase
Say you want a rich nigga
What it's gone cost me
Tryna get your tits bigger
Mind on six figures
You wanna new one
Call them hoes O-line I done ran through em
Bitches trying out for the team tryna suit up
I know it's right there for me need it sooner
I got a twenty-something and a cougar
I gotta sub on the bench if I lose one
Another bank run that's what I'm laughing at
Haha
Tryna dub my last bitch she wasn't having that
Sitting on eight racks she might see half of that
Took a greedy hoe shopping want the whole rack
You gotta have it to come with
I hada get out my comfort
I had to learn from my uncle shit
Fuck that too nice humble shit
Plane getting way to high I'm getting harder to reach
Threw her a bag on Sunday it's getting harder to preach
My money long like sermons
Looking outside they purging
Cleaning my ice submerge em
Shots go vis versa
Might hit your bitch no Ike
She want 42 straight no ice
Make an opp wanna hate his life
Every man gotta pay his price
I go in the booth I'm making a hit simple
One on her cheek, two on her back dimples
I done bag the friend too
Incidental
Groupie bougie
I'll let her cry over Gucci
I let her star in a movie
Look who run it again yeah
Yea I'm gettin it back
Look who hitting again
Woah she love the swing of my bat
I said it i said it Nigga
I'm never walking it back
Niggas outside evicted
Too high clip it
Had her on tape explicit
Rich shit
Bitch blew a bag on big tits
Stand back distance
Weight up bench him
Beef flip him
The streets its different
You say you love me then pray for me
You say you love me then stay with me
Drinking irresponsibly
Yeah
I'm not to blame for my decisions
Yeah
I seen my dad do it first
Woah
Different days for different bitches
Yeah
I'm on a bag chase
Say you want a rich nigga
What it's gone cost me
Tryna get your tits bigger
Mind on six figures
You wanna new one
Call them hoes O-line I done ran through em
Bitches trying out for the team tryna suit up
I know it's right there for me need it sooner
I got a twenty-something and a cougar
I gotta sub on the bench if I lose one
Another bank run that's what I'm laughing at
Haha
Tryna dub my last bitch she wasn't having that
Sitting on eight racks she might see half of that
Took a greedy hoe shopping want the whole rack
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