Noticed It!
(Desire, bitch)
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Ha, woah
Got a four, I'ma pour that shit up in my soda
Only thing I'm doin' is gettin' money like I'm supposed to
Niggas always wanna be gang, boy, I don't know ya
Think she got a hold on me, wait, I'm like, "Hold up"
Tryna fuck with you, I just can't give these hoes up
And you know me and my niggas run shit if you know us
Been doin' this for too long, I know you noticed
Yeah, you noticed, you noticed it
Name a nigga who cold as this
Look at my neck, who froze as this?
Look at my wrist, who froze as this?
She on my dick, who ho is this?
She on my phone, what ho is this?
Baby, I don't even know this bitch
Nigga want smoke? Let's go, lil' bitch
Autumar stay on go, lil' bitch
Look at my stats, I'm goated, bitch
Look at the charts, I'm goated, bitch
Look at my whip, I'm goated, bitch
Dirty Sprite, go and slow this bitch
These niggas dumb and slow as shit
I don't condone that broke ass shit
(Ew, ew, ew, ew)
Ayy, hell yeah I fucked that ho but she won't get a kiss
You can Uber to my house or you can Lyft
And why would I cuff her if it ain't intimate? (Why?)
And why would I fuck her if her friend's on my dick? (Uh, yeah)
I had to air my shit out
Got the ho jumping like jacks, uh
Just like Titans, I Attack, ayy
He a pretty boy 'cause these hoes, you saving 'em
Shawty is food and I like beat bacon
I'll cook the beat but I need an apron
Bring the beat back like DJ Khaled
I'm on the way even through traffic (no)
Got a four, I'ma pour that shit up in my soda
Only thing I'm doin' is gettin' money like I'm supposed to
Niggas always wanna be gang, boy, I don't know ya
Think she got a hold on me, wait, I'm like, "Hold up"
Got a four, I'ma pour that shit up in my soda
Only thing I'm doin' is gettin' money like I'm supposed to
Niggas always wanna be gang, boy, I don't know ya
Think she got a hold on me, wait, I'm like, "Hold up"
Tryna fuck with you, I just can't give these hoes up
And you know me and my niggas run shit if you know us
Been doin' this for too long, I know you noticed
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Ha, woah
Got a four, I'ma pour that shit up in my soda
Only thing I'm doin' is gettin' money like I'm supposed to
Niggas always wanna be gang, boy, I don't know ya
Think she got a hold on me, wait, I'm like, "Hold up"
Tryna fuck with you, I just can't give these hoes up
And you know me and my niggas run shit if you know us
Been doin' this for too long, I know you noticed
Yeah, you noticed, you noticed it
Name a nigga who cold as this
Look at my neck, who froze as this?
Look at my wrist, who froze as this?
She on my dick, who ho is this?
She on my phone, what ho is this?
Baby, I don't even know this bitch
Nigga want smoke? Let's go, lil' bitch
Autumar stay on go, lil' bitch
Look at my stats, I'm goated, bitch
Look at the charts, I'm goated, bitch
Look at my whip, I'm goated, bitch
Dirty Sprite, go and slow this bitch
These niggas dumb and slow as shit
I don't condone that broke ass shit
(Ew, ew, ew, ew)
Ayy, hell yeah I fucked that ho but she won't get a kiss
You can Uber to my house or you can Lyft
And why would I cuff her if it ain't intimate? (Why?)
And why would I fuck her if her friend's on my dick? (Uh, yeah)
I had to air my shit out
Got the ho jumping like jacks, uh
Just like Titans, I Attack, ayy
He a pretty boy 'cause these hoes, you saving 'em
Shawty is food and I like beat bacon
I'll cook the beat but I need an apron
Bring the beat back like DJ Khaled
I'm on the way even through traffic (no)
Got a four, I'ma pour that shit up in my soda
Only thing I'm doin' is gettin' money like I'm supposed to
Niggas always wanna be gang, boy, I don't know ya
Think she got a hold on me, wait, I'm like, "Hold up"
Got a four, I'ma pour that shit up in my soda
Only thing I'm doin' is gettin' money like I'm supposed to
Niggas always wanna be gang, boy, I don't know ya
Think she got a hold on me, wait, I'm like, "Hold up"
Tryna fuck with you, I just can't give these hoes up
And you know me and my niggas run shit if you know us
Been doin' this for too long, I know you noticed
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Writer(s): Writer Unknown, Dyhahji Swales
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