Can't Decide
She like my funds, she like my Rick, she like my pole
Know I got my gun up in this bitch, I stay on go
Said I can't give my love to a bitch, oh no, oh no
Wock, I pour it up with the Tris, I'm pourin' fours
I run it up, with the clique, with the guys
Prada, Rick or that Alyx, I swear I really can't decide
Can't be posted on that block, still keep my blicky, got my ties
Bitch I'm smokin' on the gas, feel like I'm up in the sky
Said I'm trippin, only trip off shrooms
Slidin' with that (***) put that nigga in a tomb
Want some cash, get it soon
Push the gas, nigga zoom
Not there yet, but when I'm up at the top, don't ask me to move
Say you 4L, then you can't switch up, bitch I'm stuck with ya
It don't take much, you cross me once, then I can't fuck with ya
I like money, got a fetish, run up bucks with ya
You've been crossed and I've been crossed, imma build that trust with ya
She like my funds, she like my Rick, she like my pole
Know I got my gun up in this bitch, I stay on go
Said I can't give my love to a bitch, oh no, oh no
Wock, I pour it up with the Tris, I'm pourin' fours
I run it up, with the clique, with the guys
Prada, Rick or that Alyx, I swear I really can't decide
Can't be posted on that block, still keep my blicky, got my ties
Bitch I'm smokin' on the gas, feel like I'm up in the sky
Know I got my gun up in this bitch, I stay on go
Said I can't give my love to a bitch, oh no, oh no
Wock, I pour it up with the Tris, I'm pourin' fours
I run it up, with the clique, with the guys
Prada, Rick or that Alyx, I swear I really can't decide
Can't be posted on that block, still keep my blicky, got my ties
Bitch I'm smokin' on the gas, feel like I'm up in the sky
Said I'm trippin, only trip off shrooms
Slidin' with that (***) put that nigga in a tomb
Want some cash, get it soon
Push the gas, nigga zoom
Not there yet, but when I'm up at the top, don't ask me to move
Say you 4L, then you can't switch up, bitch I'm stuck with ya
It don't take much, you cross me once, then I can't fuck with ya
I like money, got a fetish, run up bucks with ya
You've been crossed and I've been crossed, imma build that trust with ya
She like my funds, she like my Rick, she like my pole
Know I got my gun up in this bitch, I stay on go
Said I can't give my love to a bitch, oh no, oh no
Wock, I pour it up with the Tris, I'm pourin' fours
I run it up, with the clique, with the guys
Prada, Rick or that Alyx, I swear I really can't decide
Can't be posted on that block, still keep my blicky, got my ties
Bitch I'm smokin' on the gas, feel like I'm up in the sky
Credits
Writer(s): Gene Clemetson
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