jumping
I don't wanna hear a fucking thing about your clique
I don't wanna hear another thing about that bitch
All of y'all been faking, we been seeing through that shit
Hungry for the paper like we finna sell a brick
I don't wanna hear a fucking thing about your clique
I don't wanna hear another thing about that bitch
All of y'all been faking, we been seeing through that shit
Hungry for the paper like we finna sell a brick
Hey, stop it
I don't wanna start name dropping
Feeling like I'm on fire, woah
Bitch I ain't even start popping
I been down deep in a puddle of problems
Me and you got a whole nothing in common
Being hella loud with your plans and your drama
Imma keep working, meanwhile keep it silent, woah
You got bitches in your crib, I got money on the phone
I don't know if what I did gonna make it right or wrong
Super sonic when I split, you ain't gonna see me gone
They don't wanna see you win but I wanna see the throne
I don't wanna hear a fucking thing about your clique
I don't wanna hear another thing about that bitch
All of y'all been faking, we been seeing through that shit
Hungry for the paper like we finna sell a brick
I don't wanna hear another thing about that bitch
All of y'all been faking, we been seeing through that shit
Hungry for the paper like we finna sell a brick
I don't wanna hear a fucking thing about your clique
I don't wanna hear another thing about that bitch
All of y'all been faking, we been seeing through that shit
Hungry for the paper like we finna sell a brick
Hey, stop it
I don't wanna start name dropping
Feeling like I'm on fire, woah
Bitch I ain't even start popping
I been down deep in a puddle of problems
Me and you got a whole nothing in common
Being hella loud with your plans and your drama
Imma keep working, meanwhile keep it silent, woah
You got bitches in your crib, I got money on the phone
I don't know if what I did gonna make it right or wrong
Super sonic when I split, you ain't gonna see me gone
They don't wanna see you win but I wanna see the throne
I don't wanna hear a fucking thing about your clique
I don't wanna hear another thing about that bitch
All of y'all been faking, we been seeing through that shit
Hungry for the paper like we finna sell a brick
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Writer(s): Mario Colandrea
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