Distant
Heard you been fucking with the opps, and the cops, with the fakes and frauds
Why you acting hard
I be smart, cause I play my cards
Bitch I ain't a star, I be high just like I'm on mars
Numbers going up, check the charts
We want foreign cars
Talking from a distance, why you be so far
Ain't a jail, but I got them bars
Any situation, I was there, you just had to call
Thinking she the one, but I thought
You gonna feel the shots
Headed to the top, bitch we never stop
Bitch I got some drop, bitches do that talk
I be the star without the rock
When I'm low, I pour up wok
And I got a chick and she want my dick
She want my love, wanting me to buy her fits
When she look at me, she bite her lips
If someone mess with her, I'm gonna empty clips
Heard you been fucking with the opps, and the cops, with the fakes and frauds
Why you acting hard
I be smart, cause I play my cards
Bitch I ain't a star, I be high just like I'm on mars
Numbers going up, check the charts
We want foreign cars
Talking from a distance, why you be so far
Ain't a jail, but I got them bars
Any situation, I was there, you just had to call
Thinking she the one, but I thought
You gonna feel the shots
Headed to the top, bitch we never stop
Bitch I got some drop, bitches do that talk
I be the star without the rock
When I'm low, I pour up wok
And I got a chick and she want my dick
She want my love, wanting me to buy her fits
Why you acting hard
I be smart, cause I play my cards
Bitch I ain't a star, I be high just like I'm on mars
Numbers going up, check the charts
We want foreign cars
Talking from a distance, why you be so far
Ain't a jail, but I got them bars
Any situation, I was there, you just had to call
Thinking she the one, but I thought
You gonna feel the shots
Headed to the top, bitch we never stop
Bitch I got some drop, bitches do that talk
I be the star without the rock
When I'm low, I pour up wok
And I got a chick and she want my dick
She want my love, wanting me to buy her fits
When she look at me, she bite her lips
If someone mess with her, I'm gonna empty clips
Heard you been fucking with the opps, and the cops, with the fakes and frauds
Why you acting hard
I be smart, cause I play my cards
Bitch I ain't a star, I be high just like I'm on mars
Numbers going up, check the charts
We want foreign cars
Talking from a distance, why you be so far
Ain't a jail, but I got them bars
Any situation, I was there, you just had to call
Thinking she the one, but I thought
You gonna feel the shots
Headed to the top, bitch we never stop
Bitch I got some drop, bitches do that talk
I be the star without the rock
When I'm low, I pour up wok
And I got a chick and she want my dick
She want my love, wanting me to buy her fits
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Writer(s): Bert Bandz
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