Pressure

Too much pressure run it up got my check up
Ion fuck round with no peons riding past you in a scion
They hatin CC em only money moves in my dm
Cop a new coupe that's per diem
They big mad I would hate to be em

Big bankroll that's a check spent a quarter mill on my neck
Had to bust it down that's flex this big gas in my chest
Prada on the shoes when I step bad attitude gets you left
Out in Malibu eating crepes this is not luck this finesse
All on my body my flesh straight out the box they fresh
You ain't fly that's Guess who as hot as this
Too much pressure don't fold keep the mink on too cold
This game can't be sold gotta give me what I'm owed

Too much pressure run it up got my check up
Ion fuck round with no peons riding past, you in a scion
They hatin CC em only money moves in my dm
Cop a new coupe that's per diem
They big mad I would hate to be em

We know babygirl bad she just met her match
Look at that waist on snatch walkin round with all that ass
Gotta give it up for the bitch when she makin it clap
I'ma fuck her n her friends cus I got it like that
I just met her on the gram tryna spend the night I aint even ask
And I think I know her man are you sure that you want her back
That good girl shit in the attic your nigga don't know you bad
That nigga still goin out sad but he gon take you back

Too much pressure run it up got my check up
Ion fuck round with no peons riding past you in a scion
They hatin CC em only money moves in my dm
Cop a new coupe that's per diem
They big mad I would hate to be em



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Writer(s): Tiana Chappel
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