Spitta

The fuck
I'm so fly I don't plan on crashing
Did I mention I'm in a different dimension
I'm just a man with a mansion
In the back of a Maybach in traffic
I could probably get a nap in
Uh wow
Give me brain
But don't College me
I pick my hoes well
So they collage me
Money talks but yours is cheap
I know a white girl
She fuck with Nigga
If she say Nigga
We gone kill that nigga
Chop her body up
And Throw in the gutter
I'm a spitter nigga I did not stutter
I don't fuck with faggots who rape daughters
Look at mine I'll kill your mama
Got hair triggers I'll be your barber
Fuck the law I got a good lawyer
Knock knock let the devil in
Fuck the bitch good got her wobbling
She could barely stand on some infant shit
My money long on some Infinit shit
Probably die rich no that's defiant
Seraph X that means amazing
Not really but that shit was crazy
Mercedes no I mean Mercedes
Hit the clutch that shit is hasty
Biscuits booty I applied the gravy
Blue strips I love the Navy
Fuck a bitch but I love a lady
keep a ocean cut my is Wavy
Oooo damn
Got a big bag Gotta park my sleigh
Her tiddies out it ant Tuesday
No air bag but they in my face
Gotta pass the the bitch Like a relay
I don't wait for the money I paper chase
On the road to riches I got road rage
Feeling like Em kuz I'm not Afraid
Nut in her mouth kuz it's Mother's Day
Now Swallow bitch fuck a fathers day
If money talks let's conversate
I'm at the bank let me demonstrate
It's gonna take a while you can show up late
Yo Money talk my shit be yelling
Don't question bitch just keep stepping
Like my jeans got you niggas guessing
My girl like girls call that hoe Ellen
Married to the money don't need wedding
But I'll kill yo ass with no expression
Ya dig



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Writer(s): Sidarriss Wallace
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