Phony (feat. Bando, Rich Starz & Draco)
Tell a fake bitch blow me
Don't fuck with you phonies
Love me gotta show me, run it up doley
Money used to come in slowly, now the bitch come like a whole key
I get the bag, I'm making them mad
Fuck what you think
Tell a fake bitch blow me
Don't fuck with you phonies
Love me gotta show me, run it up doley
Money used to come in slowly, now the bitch come like a whole key
I get the bag, I'm making them mad
Fuck what you think
I got the watch I'm like Kodi...
If you think I trust you... you don't know me
After we fuck don't hold me
And when I shop shop boldly
I take it all ain't no choosin'
I do like nothing confusin'
All your money I'm abusin', yea I thought it was amusin'
Run it up, run it up, get it back
Stop calling my phone with the chit chat
And ya Lil dick I don't miss that
Cause I got another nigga that's hitting that
All of my diamonds they flawless
All of my houses they gorgeous
All of bitches they bosses
And none of my niggas take losses
Cars take off like a spaceship
Can't ride if you basic
Fore head gotta face it, don't swallow better taste it
Level 10 nigga ROCK OUT
Getting money no clock out
My blood niggas got they Glocks out
My crip niggas spray ya block out
Tell a fake bitch blow me
Don't fuck with you phonies
Love me gotta show me, run it up doley
Money used to come in slowly, now the bitch come like a whole key...
I get the bag, I'm making them mad
Fuck what you think
I been chasing them money bags
And I ain't fuckin' with a fake friend
All my niggas they been A1 since day1
Ever since they was seeing some paper
Whenever we roll up we roll up with papers
I changed them niggas around
I got a quick draw, short patience
I ain't fuckin around
I been in the game I ain't stunting these niggas
I'm in the trap and I knew I was different
Came up from nothing I had to go get it
Put that on my heart, had to stack up the chicken
You know that I got it
Your bitch on my body
If I ain't that nigga then tell me who is it
Working for work, can't be no apprentice
If you ain't with gang and them you ain't official
Yeah, yeah its no fear over here
See my diamonds on stare, yeah
You wanna sit over here
Yeah but there ain't no chair, whoa
Chopsticks on my block
Dope smell like a skunk, yeah
You wanna fuck with me
You gotta be the best you can be, yeah
She put a pill on her tongue
She ate it popped another one
Congrats she failed that life, if life was a dice
And roll it once, roll it twice
A thottie on a thottie
And I ain't saving no bitch, uh huh
CATCH UP
Tell a fake bitch blow me
Don't fuck with you phonies
Love gotta show me, run it up doley
Money used to come in slowly, now the bitch come like a whole key
I get the bag, I'm making them mad
Fuck what you think
Tell a fake bitch blow me
Don't fuck with you phonies
Love gotta show me, run it up doley
Money used to come in slowly, now the bitch come like a whole key
I get the bag, I'm making them mad
Fuck what you think
Don't fuck with you phonies
Love me gotta show me, run it up doley
Money used to come in slowly, now the bitch come like a whole key
I get the bag, I'm making them mad
Fuck what you think
Tell a fake bitch blow me
Don't fuck with you phonies
Love me gotta show me, run it up doley
Money used to come in slowly, now the bitch come like a whole key
I get the bag, I'm making them mad
Fuck what you think
I got the watch I'm like Kodi...
If you think I trust you... you don't know me
After we fuck don't hold me
And when I shop shop boldly
I take it all ain't no choosin'
I do like nothing confusin'
All your money I'm abusin', yea I thought it was amusin'
Run it up, run it up, get it back
Stop calling my phone with the chit chat
And ya Lil dick I don't miss that
Cause I got another nigga that's hitting that
All of my diamonds they flawless
All of my houses they gorgeous
All of bitches they bosses
And none of my niggas take losses
Cars take off like a spaceship
Can't ride if you basic
Fore head gotta face it, don't swallow better taste it
Level 10 nigga ROCK OUT
Getting money no clock out
My blood niggas got they Glocks out
My crip niggas spray ya block out
Tell a fake bitch blow me
Don't fuck with you phonies
Love me gotta show me, run it up doley
Money used to come in slowly, now the bitch come like a whole key...
I get the bag, I'm making them mad
Fuck what you think
I been chasing them money bags
And I ain't fuckin' with a fake friend
All my niggas they been A1 since day1
Ever since they was seeing some paper
Whenever we roll up we roll up with papers
I changed them niggas around
I got a quick draw, short patience
I ain't fuckin around
I been in the game I ain't stunting these niggas
I'm in the trap and I knew I was different
Came up from nothing I had to go get it
Put that on my heart, had to stack up the chicken
You know that I got it
Your bitch on my body
If I ain't that nigga then tell me who is it
Working for work, can't be no apprentice
If you ain't with gang and them you ain't official
Yeah, yeah its no fear over here
See my diamonds on stare, yeah
You wanna sit over here
Yeah but there ain't no chair, whoa
Chopsticks on my block
Dope smell like a skunk, yeah
You wanna fuck with me
You gotta be the best you can be, yeah
She put a pill on her tongue
She ate it popped another one
Congrats she failed that life, if life was a dice
And roll it once, roll it twice
A thottie on a thottie
And I ain't saving no bitch, uh huh
CATCH UP
Tell a fake bitch blow me
Don't fuck with you phonies
Love gotta show me, run it up doley
Money used to come in slowly, now the bitch come like a whole key
I get the bag, I'm making them mad
Fuck what you think
Tell a fake bitch blow me
Don't fuck with you phonies
Love gotta show me, run it up doley
Money used to come in slowly, now the bitch come like a whole key
I get the bag, I'm making them mad
Fuck what you think
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Writer(s): Shameka Allen
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