NO EXTRAS (feat. Dubb WL)

Fuck you mean I got bands stuffed in my jeans
She want me And the whole gang I guess she trying out for the team
Fuck you mean I got bands stuffed in my jeans
She want me And the whole gang I guess she trying out for the team

Ion stress it What's the extra I can get it off finessing
Bag it up and make a bundle I can throw it in the blender
Turn around done got me right I'm Tryna get my bitch a Bentley
Tryna pull away from niggas Pushing gas up in the hemi
Fuck you mean
It was part of the plan
Fuck you mean Call the bank ima split it wit my mans
Way before I sold a gram I was out here hitting scams
Just to cop that new designer Now these hoes know who I am
That's kerosine
Niggas blowing off of shit you never seen
Park the double R I seen the stars I thought that I was sleep
Now my life is like a dream When I pull up on the scene
All these niggas watching me I can't even shop in peace

Fuck you mean I got bands stuffed in my jeans
She want me And the whole gang I guess she trying out for the team
Fuck you mean I got bands stuffed in my jeans
She want me And the whole gang I guess she trying out for the team
Fuck you mean

2 chains on me Brought the bank with me
Met in london Bought Versace Now she can get away from me
Too much talking Cut her off I told her no this dick not free
You on a budjet I just spend it no We not in the same league
I'm talking shit I'm a stepper Bought a Benz at 18
You still on the couch
I count amounts
I turn a 2 into 3
Parked the Porsche She a demon So you know that pussy cheap
Burn her out She my runner Yea she bring the bands to me

Fuck you mean I got bands stuffed in my jeans
She want me And the whole gang I guess she trying out for the team
Fuck you mean I got bands stuffed in my jeans
She want me And the whole gang I guess she trying out for the team
Fuck you mean



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Writer(s): Keyon Reid
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