True Hearts
I don't show money,
Cause I like when they swear that im broke
I rent a yacht
Im taking shots off the titties
The biddies is driving the boat
I did alot
Spin a new city with 100's and 50's
I didn't go broke
Im smoking a lot
Rolling some fire, I give you a pull I expect you to choke
Im tripping im high
Would just stare in the sky
A vision would come to my eye
Im dripping im fly
I took a dip in the sky
You niggas could never be I
You ready to ride?
PULL UP!
Let it off, knock you back
Lift your foot up
Double G on the gas I just full up
Riding 'round with the strap and my hood up
They be talking some bands they don't put up
Get you robbed wit ya mans at the spot
Thought you packing the heat
Well you should've
We dot snitching the floss
So you could've
Think you tough cause ya mans got a gun
Thought he bussing for you
Well he would've
But he smart and he know where he at
Yea we flossy but still get u did up
If you run or u rat you get hit with the bat
Still chatting now?
Ill get you poof'd
You don't need angels to fly off the roof
You are in danger when im in the mood
Kickback
One bitch two spliffs no mismatch
Three shots at ya door
Four the get back
I put five on ya neck
They gon get that
And return wit ya body in gift bags
Cool whip!
I give a fuck who you cool wit
I gotta drip in some new shit
She wanna suck on a new dick
Cause my
Crew lit
I got a gun for a new fit
Aim at ya top where ya roof is
You better duck for you lose it
You can't back up ya chat
With no heaters attached
Drop a new track and I shake up the room
Your biddie a biggie
I beat from the back
Roll up some runtz and she cook up a food
PULL UP!
Five whips on my six
Where we headed is lit
Seven or better they only want cheddar
She pick up a plate and she moving them 8ths
Give her some time and she booming at 9
She got a new booty so now she a dime
She got a new bag so everything fine
Show her the game she know how to grind
And if she a demon she always on time
She play wit her money I play wit her mind
I put her in Prada so errthing mine
These bitches aint loyal so keep that in mind
These bitches aint loyal so keep that in mind
Cause I like when they swear that im broke
I rent a yacht
Im taking shots off the titties
The biddies is driving the boat
I did alot
Spin a new city with 100's and 50's
I didn't go broke
Im smoking a lot
Rolling some fire, I give you a pull I expect you to choke
Im tripping im high
Would just stare in the sky
A vision would come to my eye
Im dripping im fly
I took a dip in the sky
You niggas could never be I
You ready to ride?
PULL UP!
Let it off, knock you back
Lift your foot up
Double G on the gas I just full up
Riding 'round with the strap and my hood up
They be talking some bands they don't put up
Get you robbed wit ya mans at the spot
Thought you packing the heat
Well you should've
We dot snitching the floss
So you could've
Think you tough cause ya mans got a gun
Thought he bussing for you
Well he would've
But he smart and he know where he at
Yea we flossy but still get u did up
If you run or u rat you get hit with the bat
Still chatting now?
Ill get you poof'd
You don't need angels to fly off the roof
You are in danger when im in the mood
Kickback
One bitch two spliffs no mismatch
Three shots at ya door
Four the get back
I put five on ya neck
They gon get that
And return wit ya body in gift bags
Cool whip!
I give a fuck who you cool wit
I gotta drip in some new shit
She wanna suck on a new dick
Cause my
Crew lit
I got a gun for a new fit
Aim at ya top where ya roof is
You better duck for you lose it
You can't back up ya chat
With no heaters attached
Drop a new track and I shake up the room
Your biddie a biggie
I beat from the back
Roll up some runtz and she cook up a food
PULL UP!
Five whips on my six
Where we headed is lit
Seven or better they only want cheddar
She pick up a plate and she moving them 8ths
Give her some time and she booming at 9
She got a new booty so now she a dime
She got a new bag so everything fine
Show her the game she know how to grind
And if she a demon she always on time
She play wit her money I play wit her mind
I put her in Prada so errthing mine
These bitches aint loyal so keep that in mind
These bitches aint loyal so keep that in mind
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Writer(s): Jonathanharte
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