She a Fan

Shawty got the wraps
And I got the gas we a match, that's a fact
No I'm not attached
But that girl already got me wanting to bring her back

For the Mac, hundred round clip
Right in the backpack, barely even fit
Yeah fun fact, smoked a whole zip
Didn't pop a perk, just be way too lit

Yeah got so much work, but finish every bit
Headed to the millions, yeah we rock designer fit
Don't get in my feelings, heart so cold got too much wit
If you want the top it's gon take a lot of grit

If you see that mop, please don't get in front of it
Cause it likes to eat, choppa hungry like a jit
Its playboi beanz, so she ain't just suck the tip
Love all of these women, but to none I will commit

Most this fabric come from Paris or Japan
Rubber band wrapped around the papers in my hand
Lightin up a blunt oceanfront on the sand
She said she outta money and she need another grand

Shawty wanna fuck but I knew she had a man
Instead she gave me top said she was a fan
Use to carry twenties now it's hundreds make a band
And them benji's blue, don't believe me ask your friends

Yeah we up all night
Hustle till the morning then repeat in the daylight
Working off the green, not the purple or the white
If that boy actin like a fiend, stay outta sight

In love with that money
When we move they acting funny
So we don't move when it's sunny
Yeah it's playboi like the bunny

Spark the gas up and go dummy
Kept telling me to study
But that money was too slow
So I made it extra runny

Haters would say that I was lucky
Who don't know struggle much a nothin
Playin with money that you owe
Gon be on your head think I'm bluffin