Souls
I like it
And I'm flexing on these haters And I'm staying on they ass
Man the rollie got the Diamonds, you ain't een' gotta ask
Man these niggas think they know me, live my life on the edge
You ain't texting bout no bread, then I'm leaving you on read
I'm bout gwalla and I'm getting it, I'm bout my business shit
She a wizard with the balls, like she Bradley Beal and shit
Man these niggas try to count me out, but nah I didn't fold
Yea my shoes Christians but I'm not saving souls
If a million dollars come with a million problems then I'm ready for it (Yeah)
These hunnids' on me they creased up who gon press me for it (Yeah)
You wait around, I just do it, who gon check me for it (Who gon' check me?)
Ya girl wanna see me,
I hit, and disappear like Houdini
I be hogging up these lanes up in that big body (Skrrt)
And yo main thang, she a bussdown she be wit' errbody (Yeah)
She disrespect you, I give her act right Like I'm Yo Gotti
I got my money up I'm getting rich so I feel Roddy
I walk around this bitch up with my head high like I'm too legit
She see a nigga vibe'n She ride me like she Uber'n
Ima' hot head, get a attitude real Eazy; I'm ruthless
That broad ain't got no headboard, she ain't boujie, she a stupid bitch
I be in this coupe and shit, designer'd up and a lot of cash
Amiri denim, Kenzo this, Louie that, but I ain't tryna' brag
My dame is all kinda bad, I lay wood like Home Depot
Im bout cash, you ain't talking green than it's fuck you word to CeeLo
And you know yo girl be give'n neck like 2 Chainz and that's no lie (That's no lie)
And if you hit her line, her story straight with a alibi (Alibi)
And you can't hate the game, that's just the field, and it's what it do
She see that big body so like Tom, she wanna cruise
And I'm flexing on these haters And I'm staying on they ass
Man the rollie got the Diamonds, you ain't een' gotta ask
Man these niggas think they know me, live my life on the edge
You ain't texting bout no bread, then I'm leaving you on read
I'm bout gwalla and I'm getting it, I'm bout my business shit
She a wizard with the balls, like she Bradley Beal and shit
Man these niggas try to count me out, but nah I didn't fold
Yea my shoes Christians but I'm not saving souls
And I'm flexing on these haters And I'm staying on they ass
Man the rollie got the Diamonds, you ain't een' gotta ask
Man these niggas think they know me, live my life on the edge
You ain't texting bout no bread, then I'm leaving you on read
I'm bout gwalla and I'm getting it, I'm bout my business shit
She a wizard with the balls, like she Bradley Beal and shit
Man these niggas try to count me out, but nah I didn't fold
Yea my shoes Christians but I'm not saving souls
If a million dollars come with a million problems then I'm ready for it (Yeah)
These hunnids' on me they creased up who gon press me for it (Yeah)
You wait around, I just do it, who gon check me for it (Who gon' check me?)
Ya girl wanna see me,
I hit, and disappear like Houdini
I be hogging up these lanes up in that big body (Skrrt)
And yo main thang, she a bussdown she be wit' errbody (Yeah)
She disrespect you, I give her act right Like I'm Yo Gotti
I got my money up I'm getting rich so I feel Roddy
I walk around this bitch up with my head high like I'm too legit
She see a nigga vibe'n She ride me like she Uber'n
Ima' hot head, get a attitude real Eazy; I'm ruthless
That broad ain't got no headboard, she ain't boujie, she a stupid bitch
I be in this coupe and shit, designer'd up and a lot of cash
Amiri denim, Kenzo this, Louie that, but I ain't tryna' brag
My dame is all kinda bad, I lay wood like Home Depot
Im bout cash, you ain't talking green than it's fuck you word to CeeLo
And you know yo girl be give'n neck like 2 Chainz and that's no lie (That's no lie)
And if you hit her line, her story straight with a alibi (Alibi)
And you can't hate the game, that's just the field, and it's what it do
She see that big body so like Tom, she wanna cruise
And I'm flexing on these haters And I'm staying on they ass
Man the rollie got the Diamonds, you ain't een' gotta ask
Man these niggas think they know me, live my life on the edge
You ain't texting bout no bread, then I'm leaving you on read
I'm bout gwalla and I'm getting it, I'm bout my business shit
She a wizard with the balls, like she Bradley Beal and shit
Man these niggas try to count me out, but nah I didn't fold
Yea my shoes Christians but I'm not saving souls
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Writer(s): Noah Uche
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