BAAB

I'm broke as a bitch
Stay walking round in these Nikes
Either a check or a stripey
I say on God do it nightly
All of my dogs trying to bite me
Right now I know you don't like me
Talking like you not gon spite me
I hear your bullshit politely
Second by second you plotting
I see your plan like a time piece
Frankly I'm taking it lightly
Where is that feature
Damnit I wonder
I bet that you think you chessin
But That's just a blunder
Quick to drop a project for the checkout
Miss a cheque you prolly going under
Under their influential get the meds out
Rolling in the storm the sound of (Gun Fire)
Holding that new foreign hear the gunshots
Folding your cards bet you checking the blunt shop

Problems, problems, problems
Check notification settings Lil bitch
Check all the locations I been
Even if you in first place you don't win
Coz you got problems, problems, problems
How you gon' deal with all these problems
Imitate everyone else that's
How you know that you gon
Solve em, solve em, solve em (Uh)
God wouldn't fail (Don't fail)
Cruising the ocean, no sail (No sail, no sail)
Animalistic, no tail (No tail, no tail)
One switch, too rich, no bail (No bail, no bail)
Bali, my Bali, it flail (It flail, it flail)
Bali to Cali, no grail (No grail, no grail)
Pinned on the map, no nail (No nail, no nail)
M2, M4 no snail (No snail)

One rich bitch, no leather
One rip quick, light header
One liq, no cash, no better
One sip, no drip, nice weather
One rich bitch, no leather
One switch lift up header
Ten numbers, one name, one inbox
One tick, two tick, no letter

I'm broke as a bitch
Stay walking round in these Nikes
Either a check or a stripey
I say on God do it nightly
All of my dogs trying to bite me
Right now I know you don't like me
Talking like you not gon spite me
I hear your bullshit politely
Second by second, you plotting
I see your plan like a timepiece
Frankly, I'm taking it lightly
Where is that feature
Damnit I wonder
I bet that you think you chessin
But That's just a blunder
Quick to drop a project for the checkout
Miss a cheque you prolly going under
Under their influential get the meds out
Rolling in the storm the sound of (Gun Fire)
Holding that new foreign hear the gunshots
Folding your cards bet you checking the blunt shop



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Writer(s): Simon Townsend
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