Frappe
Sippin on lean
Popping off beans
Only the real is on my team
No fakes
When you fucking With deen
My niggas is real
We counting up green
Talking bout C.R.E.A.M
Out on the scene
I know cash rules
Everything round me
Started on my own
Lone wolf with a dream
I'm stunting on hoes
My watch gleams
Smoking kush OG plat
No fonto
No blunt wrap
Once a goon
Always a goon
When you live the life
You stay strapped
Groupiez and hoes
Is all that I know
I'm fucking up commas
They taking off clothes
White girls name molly
Just wanna do blow
Doing lines in the line
Outside of my shows
It's hard to be the one
That nobody ever showed love
Now you coming up
And glowing they all want some
Running game off your fame
Really think you dumb
It rules everything you know
I'm throwing cash
She shaking dat ass
Up on the pole
She just wanna dance
Bring her backstage
She ain't got no pass
Rolling up dope
Lil bitch got some class
Counting up bands(yuh)
She clapping no hands(yuh)
I do what I want
I'm rich so I flaunt
My money is long(yeah)
Back it up
Drop it low
630 bitch Now
Show me more
Acting real stuck up
She got Big tits
And a bubble butt
Don't babysit
The fifth cup
Just take the shot
Get fucked up
Catch the vibe
Hop in the ride
Gotta cop somemore
Let's resupply
It's hard to be the one
That nobody ever showed love
Now you coming up
And glowing they all want some
Running game off your fame
Really think you dumb
They really think you dumb
Popping off beans
Only the real is on my team
No fakes
When you fucking With deen
My niggas is real
We counting up green
Talking bout C.R.E.A.M
Out on the scene
I know cash rules
Everything round me
Started on my own
Lone wolf with a dream
I'm stunting on hoes
My watch gleams
Smoking kush OG plat
No fonto
No blunt wrap
Once a goon
Always a goon
When you live the life
You stay strapped
Groupiez and hoes
Is all that I know
I'm fucking up commas
They taking off clothes
White girls name molly
Just wanna do blow
Doing lines in the line
Outside of my shows
It's hard to be the one
That nobody ever showed love
Now you coming up
And glowing they all want some
Running game off your fame
Really think you dumb
It rules everything you know
I'm throwing cash
She shaking dat ass
Up on the pole
She just wanna dance
Bring her backstage
She ain't got no pass
Rolling up dope
Lil bitch got some class
Counting up bands(yuh)
She clapping no hands(yuh)
I do what I want
I'm rich so I flaunt
My money is long(yeah)
Back it up
Drop it low
630 bitch Now
Show me more
Acting real stuck up
She got Big tits
And a bubble butt
Don't babysit
The fifth cup
Just take the shot
Get fucked up
Catch the vibe
Hop in the ride
Gotta cop somemore
Let's resupply
It's hard to be the one
That nobody ever showed love
Now you coming up
And glowing they all want some
Running game off your fame
Really think you dumb
They really think you dumb
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Writer(s): Kadeen Frederick
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