Phoenix - Remastered

Bitch it's Fre$co Bundle$
With the dolla signs
Yea I hit that bitch
She was kinda fine

Bitch I'm independent
I can handle mine
I Put in extra work
Yea that overtime

OT Trips
To get my mind straight
OT on the plane
And not the highway
I do my songs like
Usher bitch my way
Might sing to yo bitch
But I'm not drake

Standing next to me
You gone catch a contact
In my phone only hoes
In my contacts
Rat bitch remy weave
With some hazel contacts
I got zones of the trees bitch
But I don't sell that

Bitch saying I'm all she need
Bitch I don't believe that
Come on and blow this weed
Bitch throw that ass back

My eyes is Chinese
I'm smoking on that afghan
Bitch asking for a date
But I ain't her damn man

Big booty bitches
Beers and bottles
This bitch fine as hell
She say she model
I'm smoking on that gas
I call it Throttle
I might come out that cash
If she swallows

She pull up in a sundress
And let me slide In
I hit the freaky bitch off
At the drive inn
Tell her get down with the team
If she wanna win
Make sure you get back double
Of what you spend

I'm tatted bitch
So shirts I don't wear them
You said I hurt yo feelings
I don't care bitch
I'm smoking on a batch
Yea a new pack
A.W.D.I.S vol 2
This that new shit

Bitch it's Fre$co bundle$
With the dolls signs
Yea I hit that bitch
She was kinda fine
Bitch I'm independent
I can handle mine
Put in extra work
Yea that overtime

Got a light skin bitch
With some cute eyes
One that's independent
One that tell lies
One that IG model
Yea on the side
One got a man
So I'm on her side

I'm like Jordan of the shit
Y'all nigga like my sons
Y'all ain't wining no ships
Y'all like the Phoenix suns
That ain't yo bitch nigga
She just want to fucking funds
I just go out with the bitch
She just wanna have fun

You too up tight
Yea Loosen up
Yea I know the bitch
We use to fuck
I don't need yo 2 cents
Cause I'm only talking bucks
My Glasses 2 g's
Yea they buffalo tusks

And she suck dick
Every time that I come
Get that bitch a Uber to
You yea right when I'm done

Yea I wear buffies
But I seen no vampire
Say you smoke mo trees than me
Bitch you a damn liar
Jim Carey ass nigga
Luscious Lyon Mufasa
Nigga Those ain't real diamonds
Why you keep lying

I'm laying with yo bitch
Smoking weed
Reading horoscopes
We gone watch this movie
Finish this joint
And I'm gone coat her throat

Run up if you want but
These problems
You don't want them doe
Hit her off the tats
And the buffs
But I ain't want to hoe

Fuck it doe
If she throw that pussy
I'm gone catch it
Attention
Every loss in life is a lesson

But aye you know
You ain't heard it from me
Asking her her whereabouts
And you know she with me
Cause I'm smoking better trees
And I'm keeping it G
Said she ain't know
I was this cool
Said bitch you betta believe

It's Fre$co bundle$
With the dolla signs
Yea I hit that bitch
She was kinda fine
Bitch I'm independent
I can handle mine
Put in extra work
Yea that overtime



Credits
Writer(s): Durrell Carter
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