Reminder
This a reminder to all of you bitches
Who played me and came wit the fuck shit
Baby now I'm the king of the function
When I think of you I don't feel nothin
Got a bag on my shoulder, I'm stuntin
Sharp as a blade it ain't up for discussion
Baby now that you see how I'm rollin
Wanna get with it, but I know you trollin
This a reminder to all of you bitches
Who played me and came wit the fuck shit
Baby now I'm the king of the function
When I think of you I don't feel nothin
Got a bag on my shoulder, I'm stuntin
Sharp as a blade it ain't up for discussion
Baby now that you see how I'm rollin
Wanna get with it, but I know you trollin
Baby just take it all up on your chin
I don't take L's bitch I'm here for the win
Shawty be crawling up under my skin
Oh bitch you gotta be playin
Me and my dawgs at a private event
Blowin me up baby why you so bent
It ain't my problem, not payin your rent
I do not care what you're sayin
Moved on, to the finer things
Big bags and private planes
Fast cars and fine estates
Baby I'm flyin from state to state
New life, got my money up
Got a new fit and a Bentley truck
Don't need a bitch, all I need is luck
What's makin you think that I give a fuck
This a reminder to all of you bitches
Who played me and came wit the fuck shit
Baby now I'm the king of the function
When I think of you I don't feel nothin
Got a bag on my shoulder, I'm stuntin
Sharp as a blade it ain't up for discussion
Baby now that you see how I'm rollin
Wanna get with it, but I know you trollin
Who played me and came wit the fuck shit
Baby now I'm the king of the function
When I think of you I don't feel nothin
Got a bag on my shoulder, I'm stuntin
Sharp as a blade it ain't up for discussion
Baby now that you see how I'm rollin
Wanna get with it, but I know you trollin
This a reminder to all of you bitches
Who played me and came wit the fuck shit
Baby now I'm the king of the function
When I think of you I don't feel nothin
Got a bag on my shoulder, I'm stuntin
Sharp as a blade it ain't up for discussion
Baby now that you see how I'm rollin
Wanna get with it, but I know you trollin
Baby just take it all up on your chin
I don't take L's bitch I'm here for the win
Shawty be crawling up under my skin
Oh bitch you gotta be playin
Me and my dawgs at a private event
Blowin me up baby why you so bent
It ain't my problem, not payin your rent
I do not care what you're sayin
Moved on, to the finer things
Big bags and private planes
Fast cars and fine estates
Baby I'm flyin from state to state
New life, got my money up
Got a new fit and a Bentley truck
Don't need a bitch, all I need is luck
What's makin you think that I give a fuck
This a reminder to all of you bitches
Who played me and came wit the fuck shit
Baby now I'm the king of the function
When I think of you I don't feel nothin
Got a bag on my shoulder, I'm stuntin
Sharp as a blade it ain't up for discussion
Baby now that you see how I'm rollin
Wanna get with it, but I know you trollin
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Writer(s): Patrick Hayes
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