Networth
Seems real
She say that I'm dangerous 'cause I keep steel (Cutta, we rich)
Off an Uber still, like, "Where your seatbelt?"
Police pull us over, if I reach
Kill (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
And what about me I'm the man, millionaire
I get to trappin', she tell me I'm livin' here
Like I'll pay you to do it, she like, "You pay me to do it"
I get to walkin' away, she like, "Give it here"
I told that hoe to Google my net worth, ooh, and tell me what it say
He got all this money, but hе still be 'round the way
He talk down, don't know mе, man, I think that nigga gay
Why don't you never meet up with me?
When he not around
Tell him that you found you
Another nigga that appreciate it
What about your feelings, how you feelin' 'bout it?
Wait
Girl, fuck that nigga and how he feel about it
'Cause I ride with that thing and hit, she's
Mine if I claim that bitch phone
Lie and I'll change that bitch, but
Why would I change up with no reason?
She a workaholic, but'll fuck me every season
Say she got mad love for me, but she ain't never leaving
That nigga that cheated her so bad, okay
He cheated you so bad, but you'll come to me for closure
I told that hoe to Google my net worth and tell me what it say
He got all this money, but he still be 'round the way
He talk down, don't know me, man, I think that nigga gay
Why don't you never meet up with me?
When he not around
Tell him that you found you
Another nigga that appreciate it
Oh, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
Oh, ayy-ayy, ayy
I told that hoe to Google my net worth, mmm, and tell me what it say
He got all this money, but he still be 'round the way
He talk down, don't know me, man, I think that nigga gay
Why don't you never meet up with me?
When he not around you
Tell him that you found you
Another nigga that appreciate it
Hey, listen
I Googled my net worth
It said two hundred fifty thousand
Or two hundred seventy-five thousand
I got signed, I got signed for a half an M
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
And she found a nigga that appreciate her too
Ayy, tell Google fix that shit
I'm done, I'm walkin' out of this bitch
Google got me fucked up
Man, fuck me, fuck them, fuck what they got me
She say that I'm dangerous 'cause I keep steel (Cutta, we rich)
Off an Uber still, like, "Where your seatbelt?"
Police pull us over, if I reach
Kill (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
And what about me I'm the man, millionaire
I get to trappin', she tell me I'm livin' here
Like I'll pay you to do it, she like, "You pay me to do it"
I get to walkin' away, she like, "Give it here"
I told that hoe to Google my net worth, ooh, and tell me what it say
He got all this money, but hе still be 'round the way
He talk down, don't know mе, man, I think that nigga gay
Why don't you never meet up with me?
When he not around
Tell him that you found you
Another nigga that appreciate it
What about your feelings, how you feelin' 'bout it?
Wait
Girl, fuck that nigga and how he feel about it
'Cause I ride with that thing and hit, she's
Mine if I claim that bitch phone
Lie and I'll change that bitch, but
Why would I change up with no reason?
She a workaholic, but'll fuck me every season
Say she got mad love for me, but she ain't never leaving
That nigga that cheated her so bad, okay
He cheated you so bad, but you'll come to me for closure
I told that hoe to Google my net worth and tell me what it say
He got all this money, but he still be 'round the way
He talk down, don't know me, man, I think that nigga gay
Why don't you never meet up with me?
When he not around
Tell him that you found you
Another nigga that appreciate it
Oh, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
Oh, ayy-ayy, ayy
I told that hoe to Google my net worth, mmm, and tell me what it say
He got all this money, but he still be 'round the way
He talk down, don't know me, man, I think that nigga gay
Why don't you never meet up with me?
When he not around you
Tell him that you found you
Another nigga that appreciate it
Hey, listen
I Googled my net worth
It said two hundred fifty thousand
Or two hundred seventy-five thousand
I got signed, I got signed for a half an M
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
And she found a nigga that appreciate her too
Ayy, tell Google fix that shit
I'm done, I'm walkin' out of this bitch
Google got me fucked up
Man, fuck me, fuck them, fuck what they got me
Credits
Writer(s): Shane Lindstrom, Henry Lotas-sherratt, Daniel Nduwimana, Raquan Hudson
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