Lose Control
Yeah, Life style make a fine bitch lose control
She drop dead gorgeous
It's going down like a funeral
You ain't gotta ask what I do it for
Road to success I ain't driving slow
Car smokin' zig zagging through the roads
Ya bitch got me tip toeing through your home
Your heart gone be broke if you go through her phone
Big bro told me to lose control, so then I hit em with this crazy flow
Cops looking for me like a lost remote
Ghetto birds up and down my area codes
I remember the cops tryna raid my home
All I was trying to do was sell that provolone
East Side nigga you already know
East Side nigga till the day I'm gone
Bad lil' mami I think her name was Yolandi
She my number one shawty
And I'm her number one dick appointment
'Cause I'm never disappointing
9 o'clock sharp she bust it open
Pockets splurgin' like a surgeon
Every time she hit my phone it's urgent
Pay no mind, I ignore it
Money on my phone more important
Sticking to the plan it's encoded
I'm Dirty Dan, you pin head
Telling Santa all I want for Christmas is two white bitches
That's gone bail me out when I need it
Baby G's putting baby's in their fetus
Bitches so bad they're like demons
Man of few words I leave em speechless
Captain of the boat your bitch want semen
Nigga trippin' yo feet will have cement
Ride or die, my car got mean dents
Rear end your girl, wasn't no accident
I'm with the shit ain't talking laxatives
Fuck yo bitch so good left the mattress flipped
What I do to her figure, mathematic wiz
Every time so good back to back with it
She got so much back, I'm ba-back again
That crack so good I'm an addict then
The way I eat pussy I ain't getting thin
Only goal is not to be indigent
I stay making moves like immigrants
I got so much work who needs an internship
Stay fresh, every brand, new it's mint
Stay running shit, don't need conditionin'
I got more lines than Corinthians
I keep pussy wet like amphibians
With my money I do arithmetic
Had that Nick in the Cage like Wicker Man
The way my money talking it ain't whisperin'
To society I'm menacin'
I went to court never innocent
I never ran from my enemies
I've been the one, I been imminent
Money's the only thing I'm considerin'
Thinking 'bout a million Benjamins
Thinking 'bout this thick white Brazilian
But I only love the money and we intimate
And I lose control when I'm getting it
She drop dead gorgeous
It's going down like a funeral
You ain't gotta ask what I do it for
Road to success I ain't driving slow
Car smokin' zig zagging through the roads
Ya bitch got me tip toeing through your home
Your heart gone be broke if you go through her phone
Big bro told me to lose control, so then I hit em with this crazy flow
Cops looking for me like a lost remote
Ghetto birds up and down my area codes
I remember the cops tryna raid my home
All I was trying to do was sell that provolone
East Side nigga you already know
East Side nigga till the day I'm gone
Bad lil' mami I think her name was Yolandi
She my number one shawty
And I'm her number one dick appointment
'Cause I'm never disappointing
9 o'clock sharp she bust it open
Pockets splurgin' like a surgeon
Every time she hit my phone it's urgent
Pay no mind, I ignore it
Money on my phone more important
Sticking to the plan it's encoded
I'm Dirty Dan, you pin head
Telling Santa all I want for Christmas is two white bitches
That's gone bail me out when I need it
Baby G's putting baby's in their fetus
Bitches so bad they're like demons
Man of few words I leave em speechless
Captain of the boat your bitch want semen
Nigga trippin' yo feet will have cement
Ride or die, my car got mean dents
Rear end your girl, wasn't no accident
I'm with the shit ain't talking laxatives
Fuck yo bitch so good left the mattress flipped
What I do to her figure, mathematic wiz
Every time so good back to back with it
She got so much back, I'm ba-back again
That crack so good I'm an addict then
The way I eat pussy I ain't getting thin
Only goal is not to be indigent
I stay making moves like immigrants
I got so much work who needs an internship
Stay fresh, every brand, new it's mint
Stay running shit, don't need conditionin'
I got more lines than Corinthians
I keep pussy wet like amphibians
With my money I do arithmetic
Had that Nick in the Cage like Wicker Man
The way my money talking it ain't whisperin'
To society I'm menacin'
I went to court never innocent
I never ran from my enemies
I've been the one, I been imminent
Money's the only thing I'm considerin'
Thinking 'bout a million Benjamins
Thinking 'bout this thick white Brazilian
But I only love the money and we intimate
And I lose control when I'm getting it
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Writer(s): Steven Gonzalez-campos
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