GREASY
All of my bitches is bout it
Fucking with me bitch I doubt it
Too much money to count it
I could give you an allowance
I gotta stay on my ps
You bitches stay on yah knees
He tryna give me the keys
Because this pussy on squeeze
Ain't got time for a nigga
Unless he come with them figures
You say you keeping it real
But baby Che keep it realer
That bitch she fake ion feel her
I gotta thang for them dealers
I be going bananas
The dope boys wanna peel her
Bitch I'm far from the average
All of my bitches savages
Shorty say she want smoke
I pull up on her she ashing it
I be fucking em passionate
Then I leave em on read
Got a sack like I'm Santa
It's push to start on my sled
Put these hoes in compliance
I tell her hush and she listen
He see how I maneuver
He taking notes on my pimping
Never slipping or slacking
You bout that talk I'm bout action
They tryna get my attention
But they can't get a reaction
Because I'm Cold hearted I be doing em greasy
When I'm playing with the tip he be like baby don't tease me
I can't leave the game alone cause I feel like they need me
I can tell em anything and I bet he believe me
Man this shit is too easy
I get paid in my sleep
Get a check from my voice you gotta pay me to speak
Ion argue with bitches
I put a target on bitches
Tie up my weave
Pull up my sleeves
And go retarded on bitches
Gimmie brain like a scholar you might get hit up tomorrow
Ion care bout yah dollars
If it ain't none I can borrow
Gotta clip full a hollows in case you play bout that money
If it's raining
I take a trip to a place where it's sunny
Coast to coast on you bitches
I'm over seas with Dominicans
Im in water you bitches can't even dream about swimming in
He be eating this pussy
He say it's sweeter than cinnamon
I be grinding so hard should put my face on a Benjamin
Sachet be the topic
If I want it I cop it
Boy don't tell me you love me
Just send yah love in deposits
Almost got lost in my closet
Slipped and tripped on my fendis
I ain't reading no text
Money is all you can send me
Because I'm cold hearted
I be doing em greasy
When I'm playing the the tip he be like baby don't tease me
I can't leave the game alone cause I feel like they need me
I can tell em anything and I bet he believe me
Man this shit is too easy
I get paid in my sleep
Get a check from my voice you gotta pay me to speak
Ion argue with bitches
I put a target on bitches
Tie up my weave pull up my sleeves
And go retarded on bitches
Fucking with me bitch I doubt it
Too much money to count it
I could give you an allowance
I gotta stay on my ps
You bitches stay on yah knees
He tryna give me the keys
Because this pussy on squeeze
Ain't got time for a nigga
Unless he come with them figures
You say you keeping it real
But baby Che keep it realer
That bitch she fake ion feel her
I gotta thang for them dealers
I be going bananas
The dope boys wanna peel her
Bitch I'm far from the average
All of my bitches savages
Shorty say she want smoke
I pull up on her she ashing it
I be fucking em passionate
Then I leave em on read
Got a sack like I'm Santa
It's push to start on my sled
Put these hoes in compliance
I tell her hush and she listen
He see how I maneuver
He taking notes on my pimping
Never slipping or slacking
You bout that talk I'm bout action
They tryna get my attention
But they can't get a reaction
Because I'm Cold hearted I be doing em greasy
When I'm playing with the tip he be like baby don't tease me
I can't leave the game alone cause I feel like they need me
I can tell em anything and I bet he believe me
Man this shit is too easy
I get paid in my sleep
Get a check from my voice you gotta pay me to speak
Ion argue with bitches
I put a target on bitches
Tie up my weave
Pull up my sleeves
And go retarded on bitches
Gimmie brain like a scholar you might get hit up tomorrow
Ion care bout yah dollars
If it ain't none I can borrow
Gotta clip full a hollows in case you play bout that money
If it's raining
I take a trip to a place where it's sunny
Coast to coast on you bitches
I'm over seas with Dominicans
Im in water you bitches can't even dream about swimming in
He be eating this pussy
He say it's sweeter than cinnamon
I be grinding so hard should put my face on a Benjamin
Sachet be the topic
If I want it I cop it
Boy don't tell me you love me
Just send yah love in deposits
Almost got lost in my closet
Slipped and tripped on my fendis
I ain't reading no text
Money is all you can send me
Because I'm cold hearted
I be doing em greasy
When I'm playing the the tip he be like baby don't tease me
I can't leave the game alone cause I feel like they need me
I can tell em anything and I bet he believe me
Man this shit is too easy
I get paid in my sleep
Get a check from my voice you gotta pay me to speak
Ion argue with bitches
I put a target on bitches
Tie up my weave pull up my sleeves
And go retarded on bitches
Credits
Writer(s): Sachet Stockton
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