Ms. Maybe

I had to get it out the mudruckers
I mean for the motherfuckers
That
Didn't wanna believe
And I found myself
Giving all that I could
To what I knew to give to the things
I believe need
And I couldn't conceive
I wouldn't believe
But I said I can not concede
I had to achieve
Yea I went for
The fucking broke
These haters
Thought that I broke because
I got riches up in my head
They enter my soul
They fill up my spirit
I know these vixens
Wanna get on two knees
And give me all of the visons
All of me in it
All it's lust
All it's feeling
Then I bust and I never
Give it a fucking listen
Like

Smoke on this
Good ass weed
I gotta get to the money
I know I
Can't play this funny
It ain't a
Fucking joke
What you playing me?
Yea
Don't play me bitch
I been
On that real shit
I been tryna get to
Uh
The million
I been tryna get to
Uh
The real shit
I'm just talking cash
You talking city girl shit

I ain't wit that hot shit
That's how you get blocked quick
Know I got the rock bitch
Like I was Jay Z
How do I get Beyoncé to come
And page me?
I don't want to baby nah
Send me something like her
I need to wife her
I want to type her
Give her the night yea
But she wants the right one
I want to give her
Give her the pipe yea
All all all night yea
All night yea
She call KC she say
Baby you the fucking best
Call her Ms. Maybe and
I told her put me to the test
And imma ace this shit
And I ain't playing bout it
I'm bout to get you
Bout to get you
Bout to get you
Gotta

Smoke on this
Good ass weed
I gotta get to the money
I know I
Can't play this funny
It ain't a
Fucking joke
What you playing me?
Yea
Don't play me bitch
I been
On that real shit
I been tryna get to
uh
The million
I been tryna get to
Uh
The real shit
I'm just talking cash
You talking city girl shit

Uh
Uh uh



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Writer(s): Robert Upton
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