Paris*

I just hit two (Bleep) at the same time
Worry what they sayin thru the grapevine
Fuck what they sayin thru the grapevine (Yea)
I aint worried bout a bitch if she aint mine

Fuckin on a bad hoe; a bad bitch
While im contain up the cash flow; i bag quick
I just want a new Bugatti (Yea)
So she could
I just hit my best friend
She gon tell her mom she had a bad dream and that's why the bed wet
Told her that I missed her, but really
I'm just tryna get another invite and fuck her sister
I can't tell you how I been
I been adding up amounts so that I could make rent
I just cut off all my woes, that's why I don't make friends
Now its just me and my brothers and we bouta make trends (Oh yuh)
Hop out of the whip, make a scene oh yuh
I aint really tryna intervene
Everyday real life lookin more just like my dreams
Shawty facetime me just to watch her rub the

I just did my business with no suit and tie
And they tryna question me like who am I
Who am I?
Bitch.
Gimme two years I'll make more than your whole life
I just did my (Bloop) with no suit and tie
And they tryna question me like who am I
Who am I?
Bitch
Gimme two years I'll make more than your whole life

Bad hoe, that's a bad hoe
I need ten benjamins in the band, hoe
I need fifty bands chillin in the stash, hoe
I just swerved now I'm really bouta cra



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Writer(s): Vivi Mori
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