Only Fans

You thought you was her only man but you number four
Your bitch got an only fans what you think she use me for
When you at work I'm creeping in
She let me know when you sleeping in
She roll over I slip it in
I tell her what I want she listening
My ice got me glistening
My music got me soliciting
Spend four hours on the road just to promote my shit in Michigan
These styrofoam cups that I been sipping in
Stacking up like my Benjamins
My drip wet no drizzling
Only fans to pay her living

I would've gave this rap shit up but I came too far
I would've gave this bitch one night but I came too hard
I would've gave that bitch a ride after but she lived too far
I would've met my mans at the top but he ain't have no car
How you let that nigga run off you ain't got no heart
How you gone roll up all this weed you ain't got no gar
How you gone say you re'd up on xannys but ain't got no bars
Just dropped four lines of the wocky why my cup so dark
He graduated cum laude that's why dawg so smart
DOG backwards is GOD that's why dog's so smart
She a tranny I can tell by her feet and the way she fart
Wish they could see how I make this money but can't see that far
That's your main hoe but we still fucking
But you my homeboy that's why you think I'm ducking
My boy I ain't gone bicker with you and I ain't bucking
I'm just gone make her my girl like David Ruffin
Imma tell that hoe stay in while I'm clubbing
I'm low down imma do her bad fuck her cousin
Ain't catching feelings for you nah I ain't giving you no loving
Imma keep it in when I'm beating from the back I ain't doing no cumin
I know a nigga who can move a bow in one day
3200 off of one play
Fly to Ohio drive back I caught a one way
I'm good on gas for two weeks with only one pay
I'm punching like Tyson but I'm money may
I'm filing shhhh like I work for the bank
She stylish but that coochie stank
He wilding
Why
He tryna get a rank
Imma tell that hoe stay in while I'm clubbing
I'm low down imma do her bad fuck her cousin
Ain't catching feelings for you nah I ain't giving you no loving
Imma keep it in when I'm beating from the back I ain't doing no cumin

You thought you was her only man but you number four
Your bitch got an only fans what you think she use me for
When you at work I'm creeping in
She let me know when you sleeping in
She roll over I slip it in
I tell her what I want she listening
My ice got me glistening
My music got me soliciting
Spend four hours on the road just to promote my shit in Michigan
These styrofoam cups that I been sipping in
Stacking up like my Benjamins
My drip wet no drizzling
Only fans to pay her living



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrone Nadir
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