She Said (feat. Good Company)
Doin 90 on the dash
On the highway imma crash
I just wanna lay low
On the way home
Swerving on the highway
Eyes on her thighs
She lookin at the road
She said
Muthafucka you the man
Gotta get it while you can
Gotta run with the plans
You grown
Mama said stop playing with these bitches
Mama said don't trust these hoes
They only fucking with you for a damn second
On god they gon' keep you on yo toes
Where im going with it
I don't know
Wakin up feelin good
God bless me with a plan for another c note
Full view lookin from the peephole
Ay bitch I want the top
Look I came from the bottom
I aint scared of the drop
I ain't scared of the flop
Record labels wanna own my shit
Gimme crumbs in this bitch
My dreams worth gold
You can try but you can never
Put a price on my soul
27 But im like 1100 years old
Got a couple tricks hidden in my sleeve
Talkin fishy bitch you smell like sardines
I don't give a fuck imma creep
Thru the cracks
Till its asthma attacks from a crowd
In my dreams look at i fell asleep
Found myself in the middle of the street
Remember something that my momma told me
She gon' waste your time With this basic shit
Looks like you runnnin out of luck
You gon' lose all of this in a minute homie
I thought you don't give a fuck
Doin 90 on the dash
On the highway imma crash
I just wanna lay low
On the way home
Swerving on the highway
Eyes on her thighs
She lookin at the road
She said
Muthafucka you the man
Gotta get it while you can
Gotta run with the plans
On the highway imma crash
I just wanna lay low
On the way home
Swerving on the highway
Eyes on her thighs
She lookin at the road
She said
Muthafucka you the man
Gotta get it while you can
Gotta run with the plans
You grown
Mama said stop playing with these bitches
Mama said don't trust these hoes
They only fucking with you for a damn second
On god they gon' keep you on yo toes
Where im going with it
I don't know
Wakin up feelin good
God bless me with a plan for another c note
Full view lookin from the peephole
Ay bitch I want the top
Look I came from the bottom
I aint scared of the drop
I ain't scared of the flop
Record labels wanna own my shit
Gimme crumbs in this bitch
My dreams worth gold
You can try but you can never
Put a price on my soul
27 But im like 1100 years old
Got a couple tricks hidden in my sleeve
Talkin fishy bitch you smell like sardines
I don't give a fuck imma creep
Thru the cracks
Till its asthma attacks from a crowd
In my dreams look at i fell asleep
Found myself in the middle of the street
Remember something that my momma told me
She gon' waste your time With this basic shit
Looks like you runnnin out of luck
You gon' lose all of this in a minute homie
I thought you don't give a fuck
Doin 90 on the dash
On the highway imma crash
I just wanna lay low
On the way home
Swerving on the highway
Eyes on her thighs
She lookin at the road
She said
Muthafucka you the man
Gotta get it while you can
Gotta run with the plans
Credits
Writer(s): Khaled Alzahim
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