DMG
She wanna fuck me even though she say it hurts
So we pop a couple pills and me and baby put in work
Red hot bitches like a stripper, way she keep a pole
Real talk, we was off of molly when I took her soul
Baby say she hate me, probably swear to you that I'm the worst
But she keep a heater, gonna ride until I'm in a hearse
Hundred thousand dollars cash, stuffed in the centerfold
That's the type of shit I'm on, if they ain't know then let them know
Gotta lot of problems but I block it out and pop a perc
Light my blunt then take a hit and flick the ashes in the dirt
Drop dead weight, let's rob a bank and we can hit the road
I feel great, I think the liqour starting to hit me woah
I don't got fans, but I got a lot of money
No new friends, it's just me and M and Rummy
I don't got a benz, but I got a lot of money
No new friends, fuck the world that's how I'm coming
Money coming quick, but I need it coming quicker
Pulling up on a bad bitch working on her figure
Shit, I ain't even really wanna hit it
If we talking Samn and Rummy we like rich and fucking richer
Count the money by the hundreds, I don't need the ones
Roll a j with Georgie, burn his face up, covered him in runtz
Evil villians lining pockets like we on the run
We ain't really tripping, we just doing shit we think is fun
Yeah, need a wood grain on the dashboard
Need a world tour to take up a whole passport
Shawty doing shit that I ain't ask for
Yin Rummy getting bread, bitch what you mad for
So we pop a couple pills and me and baby put in work
Red hot bitches like a stripper, way she keep a pole
Real talk, we was off of molly when I took her soul
Baby say she hate me, probably swear to you that I'm the worst
But she keep a heater, gonna ride until I'm in a hearse
Hundred thousand dollars cash, stuffed in the centerfold
That's the type of shit I'm on, if they ain't know then let them know
Gotta lot of problems but I block it out and pop a perc
Light my blunt then take a hit and flick the ashes in the dirt
Drop dead weight, let's rob a bank and we can hit the road
I feel great, I think the liqour starting to hit me woah
I don't got fans, but I got a lot of money
No new friends, it's just me and M and Rummy
I don't got a benz, but I got a lot of money
No new friends, fuck the world that's how I'm coming
Money coming quick, but I need it coming quicker
Pulling up on a bad bitch working on her figure
Shit, I ain't even really wanna hit it
If we talking Samn and Rummy we like rich and fucking richer
Count the money by the hundreds, I don't need the ones
Roll a j with Georgie, burn his face up, covered him in runtz
Evil villians lining pockets like we on the run
We ain't really tripping, we just doing shit we think is fun
Yeah, need a wood grain on the dashboard
Need a world tour to take up a whole passport
Shawty doing shit that I ain't ask for
Yin Rummy getting bread, bitch what you mad for
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Writer(s): Phillip Smith
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