NO WALLET

Coast to coast
Sea to sea
These hoes just ain't seeing me
Aint hearing me cohesively
Gotta bitch from Tokyo
She is the scenery
She say she wanna piece of me
Aint cannibal she eating me

I give these kids the work, child labor laws
Bitch I'm so high i don't exist like I'm santa clause
Bet i keep that heat make it hot flash call that menopause
Hol up
Is these kids really in the sauce
Uh I can't stop at slipping hot grease bitch we popping
Gotta quap of exotic in my pocket
I'm in the mall lit walk out the store looking flawless I ain't gotta shoplift
Bullets look like bullet bills you will not stop it
Hoes get in the way dog i'm just being honest
And I ain't worried boutta bitches shit cuz my bitch on it

Bands in my pants i don't gotta wallet
Shit ain't that deep I jus make deposits
Frames on my face cuz I'm gone as shit
My bitch say I'm a god lil bitch
Look in her eyes and she all confident
Uh
Fuck up from me
You ain't been bout nothin get the fuck up from me
Uh Stussy on my shirt this one come from London
Bitches only know bout the assumptions
Huh
Ima tell you something
Huh
Have us a discussion get to bussing huh
know my ops won't see it coming
When we flood the function huh

I protect my energy know what the fuck I'm saying
I be high as shit with these bitches who I can't relate with
Poppin' bottles feeling tainted
I don had enough of fake shit
Pop the red pill sleep on all these hoes like medication
Bitches just turned woke, happy belated
I been at this shit for ages
Inside my own matrix
Bitches live like they dying and then ask why they feeling jaded
Bitches see what I'm aligned with and still be thinking that I'm saving

Uh
Brand new Seventh Heaven
Bitches down bad wake up i count my blessings
Ahh ahh
Ran over a check i been stressing up in my mind
Runnin' through the race no high fives
Bitch couldn't take herself when i looked inside her eyes
Passed out and died just like cyanide
Had to give her that antidote right in between her thighs
Call that shit revival
She loves it when i kill that shit
Aint Talkin' suicidal
Can't see what the fuck we on cuz bitch you got yo eyes closed
Thinking thoughts inside my mind but they out my soul

Bands in my pants, i don't gotta wallet
Shit ain't that deep I jus make deposits
Frames on my face cuz I'm gone as shit
My bitch say I'm a god lil bitch
Look in her eyes and she all confident
Uh fuck up from me
You ain't been bout nothin get the fuck up from me
Uh Stussy on my shirt this one come from London
Bitches only know bout the assumptions
Huh
Ima tell you something
Huh
Have us a discussion get to bussing huh
Know my ops won't see it coming
When we flood the function huh



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Papadoyianis
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