Side Effects
This weed Im smoking got me high as a jet
Dont kiss and tell I like private sex
It aint for me if it aint bout a check
Don't ask me why Ian went viral yet
She wanna fuss aint got time for that
But I cant fuck off she too fine for that
Ik it come with some side effects
That money make niggas go sour yeah
Im smoking purp boutta get out in traffic
Dont carry no heater but Im never lacking
You trrynna be me but that aint gone happen
I should write you a script how you niggas be acting
You dont want drama and yeen bout action
I'll write a comedy these niggas funny
It turn to a horror film about the money
Made a porno with this bitch and went dummy
I fw a few but niggas aint 100
Tell em how much you gone make and they coming
You tell em how much its gone take then they running
Invest in myself I got faith in my money
Dont trust niggas anyway that's how Im coming
I pop my own shit thats why Im bumping
You be on clone shit that aint 100
Get on the wrong shit we gone go dummy
This wave that Im on you cant ride it
He say he fly as a plane, im the pilot
My bitch get horny and cant even hide it
But she get wet as a pool so Im diving
She like to ride me thats cool I be driving
I like ha body she dont got no mileage
A lot of you niggas my sons, my sidekick
Nah you cant get on my song this my shit
Ion even know what to say I just try shit
Just like when I was a kid on some high shit
Used to freestyle in my big cousin closet
Now niggas pay me to come spit that hot shit
I need 100 thats just yo deposit, pay it
You'll get robbed if you acting scared
Pop up and hawk you down bout that bread
Dont forget none of ts that I said
This weed Im smoking got me high as a jet
Dont kiss and tell I like private sex
It aint for me if it aint bout a check
Don't ask me why Ian went viral yet
She wanna fuss aint got time for that
But I cant fuck off she too fine for tha
Ik it come with some side effects
That money make niggas go sour yeah
This weed Im smoking got me high as a jet
Dont kiss and tell I like private sex
It aint for me if it aint bout a check
Don't ask me why Ian went viral yet
She wanna fuss aint got time for that
But I cant fuck off she too fine for tha
Ik it come with some side effects
That money make niggas go sour yeah
Dont kiss and tell I like private sex
It aint for me if it aint bout a check
Don't ask me why Ian went viral yet
She wanna fuss aint got time for that
But I cant fuck off she too fine for that
Ik it come with some side effects
That money make niggas go sour yeah
Im smoking purp boutta get out in traffic
Dont carry no heater but Im never lacking
You trrynna be me but that aint gone happen
I should write you a script how you niggas be acting
You dont want drama and yeen bout action
I'll write a comedy these niggas funny
It turn to a horror film about the money
Made a porno with this bitch and went dummy
I fw a few but niggas aint 100
Tell em how much you gone make and they coming
You tell em how much its gone take then they running
Invest in myself I got faith in my money
Dont trust niggas anyway that's how Im coming
I pop my own shit thats why Im bumping
You be on clone shit that aint 100
Get on the wrong shit we gone go dummy
This wave that Im on you cant ride it
He say he fly as a plane, im the pilot
My bitch get horny and cant even hide it
But she get wet as a pool so Im diving
She like to ride me thats cool I be driving
I like ha body she dont got no mileage
A lot of you niggas my sons, my sidekick
Nah you cant get on my song this my shit
Ion even know what to say I just try shit
Just like when I was a kid on some high shit
Used to freestyle in my big cousin closet
Now niggas pay me to come spit that hot shit
I need 100 thats just yo deposit, pay it
You'll get robbed if you acting scared
Pop up and hawk you down bout that bread
Dont forget none of ts that I said
This weed Im smoking got me high as a jet
Dont kiss and tell I like private sex
It aint for me if it aint bout a check
Don't ask me why Ian went viral yet
She wanna fuss aint got time for that
But I cant fuck off she too fine for tha
Ik it come with some side effects
That money make niggas go sour yeah
This weed Im smoking got me high as a jet
Dont kiss and tell I like private sex
It aint for me if it aint bout a check
Don't ask me why Ian went viral yet
She wanna fuss aint got time for that
But I cant fuck off she too fine for tha
Ik it come with some side effects
That money make niggas go sour yeah
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Writer(s): Corey Dotson
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