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Talkin' that shit
Can you put it on yo mama?
Said you're down to ride
When it's time to slide, you're not with the drama
Said you chasin' the bag
You getting this money
You counting these commas
Take me on a trip, buy me Gucci and, Fendi, and Dolce Gabana, the Louis, and Prada
Keep you're circle close
The fake friends will show
Remember I told you to cut him off
He ain't your bro
Keep the good ones aligned
The ones who stood by your side
You're not ready to die
Watch for evil, they're fake
I know it
I see through the lies
I see through the lies
They say looks can kill
Well I guess I'm a murderer
Don't listen to them
They want what you have
And I hope that it's clear to ya
The ones that are routing for ya
Aren't really routing for ya
They evil eyeing
They steady spying
Don't confront them cause they easily deny it
Trust will get you killed
Love will get you hurt
The money is calling
Stay focused you'll get there
I give you my word
I give you my word
Trust will get you killed
Love will get you hurt
The money is calling
Stay focused you'll get there
I give you my word
I give you my word
Shordy love me, when it's comes to the game ain't no love
Catch couple slugz, if he thinks he too tough
Said I need me a rider
Come help me count up
She don't know too much, but she'll still make it buss
She told me trust her, but a hoe got my dawg touched
She want the finer things
Come baby twerk sumn
Only stay for the night
Then it's back to cuttin' up
Love to fuss, but she good when the bread showing up
Talkin' that shit
Can you put it on yo mama?
Said you're down to ride
When it's time to slide, you're not with the drama
Said you chasin' the bag
You getting this money
You counting these commas
Take me on a trip, buy me Gucci and, Fendi, Dolce Gabana, the Louis, and Prada
Trust will get you killed
Love will get you hurt
The money is calling
Stay focused you'll get there
I give you my word
I give you my word
Trust will get you killed
Love will get you hurt
The money is calling
Stay focused you'll get there
I give you my word
I give you my word
Can you put it on yo mama?
Said you're down to ride
When it's time to slide, you're not with the drama
Said you chasin' the bag
You getting this money
You counting these commas
Take me on a trip, buy me Gucci and, Fendi, and Dolce Gabana, the Louis, and Prada
Keep you're circle close
The fake friends will show
Remember I told you to cut him off
He ain't your bro
Keep the good ones aligned
The ones who stood by your side
You're not ready to die
Watch for evil, they're fake
I know it
I see through the lies
I see through the lies
They say looks can kill
Well I guess I'm a murderer
Don't listen to them
They want what you have
And I hope that it's clear to ya
The ones that are routing for ya
Aren't really routing for ya
They evil eyeing
They steady spying
Don't confront them cause they easily deny it
Trust will get you killed
Love will get you hurt
The money is calling
Stay focused you'll get there
I give you my word
I give you my word
Trust will get you killed
Love will get you hurt
The money is calling
Stay focused you'll get there
I give you my word
I give you my word
Shordy love me, when it's comes to the game ain't no love
Catch couple slugz, if he thinks he too tough
Said I need me a rider
Come help me count up
She don't know too much, but she'll still make it buss
She told me trust her, but a hoe got my dawg touched
She want the finer things
Come baby twerk sumn
Only stay for the night
Then it's back to cuttin' up
Love to fuss, but she good when the bread showing up
Talkin' that shit
Can you put it on yo mama?
Said you're down to ride
When it's time to slide, you're not with the drama
Said you chasin' the bag
You getting this money
You counting these commas
Take me on a trip, buy me Gucci and, Fendi, Dolce Gabana, the Louis, and Prada
Trust will get you killed
Love will get you hurt
The money is calling
Stay focused you'll get there
I give you my word
I give you my word
Trust will get you killed
Love will get you hurt
The money is calling
Stay focused you'll get there
I give you my word
I give you my word
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Writer(s): Miss Elite
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