Funny
She don't love me, she just want my money
Bitch I'm hungry, I just want my money
She don't love me, she just want some molly
She want my money, yeah that hoe is funny
Got that good karma lil bitch
I got my guard up lil bitch
Bayway boyz we geeked tonight, I'll pay the price with my life
My soul is not for sale tho, can't you see my halo
Puffin dope smoke then I lay low with a blonde hoe
Pussy sweet, make it pop like rocks
Shawty geeked up off the molly from my sock
She give me good brain like Dartmouth,
Fuck me in the dark bitch
Then I'm gon' duck you on purpose,
Shawty chasin, Shawty searching, yuh
She don't love me, she just want my money
Bitch I'm hungry, I just want my money
She don't love me, she just want some molly
She want my money, yeah that hoe is funny
You won't catch me slip, I got a grip
I buy the boof by the pack, I drop a grip
Spectacular pop, accurate shots and it's gonna hurt when it hits
Turn onto Bayway, swervin' the whip, Drool and they worship my spit
Last one to leave I'm the first to walk in
I'm on a cloud, check in with Stine, deposit the check in my checking account
Bathing Ape jacket from back in '07, 1 to 10, 11 and counting
This ain't a flex, nah
Feeling surrounded, by dummy's there ain't nothing funny about it
Bitch I'm hungry, I just want my money
She don't love me, she just want some molly
She want my money, yeah that hoe is funny
Got that good karma lil bitch
I got my guard up lil bitch
Bayway boyz we geeked tonight, I'll pay the price with my life
My soul is not for sale tho, can't you see my halo
Puffin dope smoke then I lay low with a blonde hoe
Pussy sweet, make it pop like rocks
Shawty geeked up off the molly from my sock
She give me good brain like Dartmouth,
Fuck me in the dark bitch
Then I'm gon' duck you on purpose,
Shawty chasin, Shawty searching, yuh
She don't love me, she just want my money
Bitch I'm hungry, I just want my money
She don't love me, she just want some molly
She want my money, yeah that hoe is funny
You won't catch me slip, I got a grip
I buy the boof by the pack, I drop a grip
Spectacular pop, accurate shots and it's gonna hurt when it hits
Turn onto Bayway, swervin' the whip, Drool and they worship my spit
Last one to leave I'm the first to walk in
I'm on a cloud, check in with Stine, deposit the check in my checking account
Bathing Ape jacket from back in '07, 1 to 10, 11 and counting
This ain't a flex, nah
Feeling surrounded, by dummy's there ain't nothing funny about it
Credits
Writer(s): Jon Beattie
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