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Goddamn baby why you so extra
I'm getting rich, I might pull up in a Tesla
She on me cause she know that i'm next up
She on us cause she know that we next up
Ain't fuck with me but she know that I flexed up
I'm getting bands while you bitches playing catch up
Young jit saucing on you like some ketchup
Don't need love cause these hoes got me messed up

Bitch i'm going down the I-5 swerving
Bottle of henny and this shit got me turning
Talking down but you ain't shit in person
Fuck that bitch cause she tried to leave me hurting
Now i'm going up yeah i'm chasing the bag
Road running like a race, i'm not gonna finish last
A lot of people had their doubts but I left them in the past, yeah
Yeah I left them in the past
Do the dash, need a couple hundred thou on the dash
Shaking ass, bad bitch see the money so she made that ass clap, yeah
So much fake love so I gotta keep a strap, yeah
Had to change my lifestyle
Wasn't happy in a while
I was down so bad now i'm balling with a smile
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I said fuck these hoes I don't need a valentine
I'm just sticking to the money yeah i'm sticking to my grind, yeah
Man these bitches they just be a waste of time
I just keep a couple hoes when I want from time to time
From time to time
Baby I don't need a valentine
No, no, no
No, no

Goddamn baby why you so extra
I'm getting rich, I might pull up in a Tesla
She on me cause she know that i'm next up
She on us cause she know that we next up
Ain't fuck with me but she know that I flexed up
I'm getting bands while you bitches playing catch up
Young jit saucing on you like some ketchup
Don't need love cause these hoes got me messed up



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Writer(s): Michael Berdeja
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