No genre
Who the fuck is that
Can't compete with me, I got no genre
I'm in love with money hoe
You're in love with liars
Heard you lookin for yo hoe
Come to the back
And he mad
How could I give a fuck about that
How could I give a fuck about that
And you know that it's a fact
Yea
And you know it is a fact
We gon give em hell
We gon give em hell
Yo bitch made me toss this money like a wishing well
I don't really know what's funny
Boy you better tell
Yo face is gonna melt
We turn yo ass to kelp
I like all my bitches with some colors
I don't got no friends hoe
I got me some brothers
And I know her boyfriends mad, ya he jealous
And don't get no ideas
I know you want to test us
Yea
Test us
Yea test us
Yea
Pussy boy I know you want to test us
In the back got hoes and they undressing
Tryna put my momma in a mansion
Put my momma in a mansion
And yo bitch she said I'm handsome
Boy I swear you need to level up, you don't understand it
I won't ever need no double cup, Im not tryna end it
And I won't ever get it, Surrounded by some vengence
No genre
Woah
No genre
Woah
No genre
Yea
No genre
Yea
Who the fuck is that
Can't compete with me, I got no genre
I'm in love with money hoe
You're in love with liars
Heard you lookin for yo hoe
Come to the back
And he mad
How could I give a fuck about that
How could I give a fuck about that
How could I give a fuck about that
Can't compete with me, I got no genre
I'm in love with money hoe
You're in love with liars
Heard you lookin for yo hoe
Come to the back
And he mad
How could I give a fuck about that
How could I give a fuck about that
And you know that it's a fact
Yea
And you know it is a fact
We gon give em hell
We gon give em hell
Yo bitch made me toss this money like a wishing well
I don't really know what's funny
Boy you better tell
Yo face is gonna melt
We turn yo ass to kelp
I like all my bitches with some colors
I don't got no friends hoe
I got me some brothers
And I know her boyfriends mad, ya he jealous
And don't get no ideas
I know you want to test us
Yea
Test us
Yea test us
Yea
Pussy boy I know you want to test us
In the back got hoes and they undressing
Tryna put my momma in a mansion
Put my momma in a mansion
And yo bitch she said I'm handsome
Boy I swear you need to level up, you don't understand it
I won't ever need no double cup, Im not tryna end it
And I won't ever get it, Surrounded by some vengence
No genre
Woah
No genre
Woah
No genre
Yea
No genre
Yea
Who the fuck is that
Can't compete with me, I got no genre
I'm in love with money hoe
You're in love with liars
Heard you lookin for yo hoe
Come to the back
And he mad
How could I give a fuck about that
How could I give a fuck about that
How could I give a fuck about that
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Marbutt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.