Get Around

(Cch cch cch, hah hah hah)
(Cch cch cch, hah hah hah)

I'ma pull up with the stick
I'ma pull up let it hit, I swear I won't miss (woah-woah)
Baby bouncin' on the dick (bounce)
She climbin' to the top and then she drop to a lil' split
Baby wanna fuck me now
Didn't want me then, but now she wanna come for me now (woo)
Money stack just like a mountain
I don't trust none of these bitches 'cause they get around
They get around (what? yeah, what?)
They get around (yeah)
They get around (dig, dig, dig)

Hold up, big bank, lil' bank (ayy)
A shark in a fish tank (ayy)
Every time I want that she gon' arc one and hit A (ayy)
Suck 'til I shoot blank
And I don't never shoot blank (brrt)
All the shit I did for you, thank me (thank you)
I'm a hard body, like Franklin (what? what?)
She said, "This is how it feels to be on molly?" (what? what?)
"This is how it feels to feel your body?" (dig, yeah, what? dig)
Oh yeah (yeah, dig)
I just wanna go to sleep at Follies

I'ma pull up with the stick
I'ma pull up, let it hit, I swear I won't miss (woah-woah)
Baby bouncin' on the dick (bounce)
She climbin' to the top and then she drop to a lil' split
Baby wanna fuck me now
Didn't want me then, but now she wanna come for me now
Money stack just like a mountain
I don't trust none of these bitches 'cause they get around (woo)
They get around (what? yeah, what?)
They get around (yeah)
They get around (dig, dig, dig)

She was just like, "Okay"
I'm was just like, "Okay-oh"
Used to ride down Rodeo
In an all-white coupe, look like mayo
I don't play, but I build a lil' bitch like Play-Doh
He want a plate, whole ton of cake, came up with potatoes yeah
Catchin' halos (Yeah), grab my guebo (yeah)
Up right at that nigga feet, had him dancin' just like Teo
Ayo Teo, huh, Leggo of my eggo (oh-woah)
I'm impatient, so for you I will not wait, no

I'ma pull up with the stick
I'ma pull up, let it hit, I swear I won't miss
Baby bouncin' on the dick
She climbin' to the top and then she drop to a lil' split
Baby wanna fuck me now
Didn't want me then, but now she wanna come for me now
Money stack just like a mountain
I don't trust none of these bitches 'cause they get around (woo, woo)
They get around (what? yeah, what?)
They get around (yeah)
They get around (dig, dig, dig)



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Bogan, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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