Psychic at the Party
Yeah
Yeah, my passion fruit diamonds could pay your rent for a year
When my money touch the roof, I think it's time to hit the steer
Had a lot of time to think and I don't want you in my crib
At the party I caught you gazing but it turns out you liked him
I've been mixing in my cup
I got the double trouble lover
At the trap we post like Doves
No, I'll never have enough
I just ran through all these groupies
God, that stupid bitch too choosey
All this money that I have
Think I'll stash it in the tote
She placed that hand, my dick she grabbed
So I nutted down her throat
Now that bitch talk like a baby
How that work? Fuck I don't know
LV on my snake denim
Cashmere seats, my Phantom
Come here hold you ransomed
Have put all my days in
In the Days Inn
In the Draco slides I break in, hearts I'm breaking
My Chrome Heart tag's the realest, but your shit's the fakest
Stacking all my worth but they know that shit's the strangest
They say this life a curse but it only got more dangerous
Yeah, my passion fruit diamonds could pay your rent for a year
When my money touch the roof, I think it's time to hit the steer
Had a lot of time to think and I don't want you in my crib
At the party I caught you gazing but it turns out you liked him
(Him, him, him, him, him)
Yeah, my passion fruit diamonds could pay your rent for a year
When my money touch the roof, I think it's time to hit the steer
Had a lot of time to think and I don't want you in my crib
At the party I caught you gazing but it turns out you liked him
I've been mixing in my cup
I got the double trouble lover
At the trap we post like Doves
No, I'll never have enough
I just ran through all these groupies
God, that stupid bitch too choosey
All this money that I have
Think I'll stash it in the tote
She placed that hand, my dick she grabbed
So I nutted down her throat
Now that bitch talk like a baby
How that work? Fuck I don't know
LV on my snake denim
Cashmere seats, my Phantom
Come here hold you ransomed
Have put all my days in
In the Days Inn
In the Draco slides I break in, hearts I'm breaking
My Chrome Heart tag's the realest, but your shit's the fakest
Stacking all my worth but they know that shit's the strangest
They say this life a curse but it only got more dangerous
Yeah, my passion fruit diamonds could pay your rent for a year
When my money touch the roof, I think it's time to hit the steer
Had a lot of time to think and I don't want you in my crib
At the party I caught you gazing but it turns out you liked him
(Him, him, him, him, him)
Credits
Writer(s): Kai Cordel Barley
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