La La

Time is ticking
It's money to make
I ain't got a hundred mill so I can't chill today
What's real is real
What's fake is fake is fake
Fuck these silly dilly bitches
I ain't come to play

I like sandwiches pack with all the cheese
Swiss, American, cheddar, dinero me
If I'm playing with chips then poker face
I'll write you off bitch then I'll erase

La la la
I like hooka filled with all that ganja ja ja

Da da da already got a son
Wanna be my daughter

Bitch it's jumping
Yea it's jumping
Give you bitches a spark
If you need your engine cracked
I can pull up and park
Never trust em never need em
That's my motto cause when
Times was thin pockets slim
No one to call upon then
But got my own work tho
I got back up ho
& im switching up my flow
They still comparing me tho
Like a ghost wrote it
If murders whats she wrote
Then I guess AK Told it

Ha
La la la
I like hooka filled with all that ganja ja ja ja
Yea
Da da da already got a son
Wanna be my daughter

Bitch it's jumping
Yea it's jumping
Give you bitches a spark
If you need your engine cracked
I can pull up and park
He keep shooting
He might catch him a star
Bad bitches like me don't come from the trailer parks

Call me Rosa cause I'm sitting on my throne
Aw and I'm parked
Other simple bitches wouldn't even know where to start
They gon say I'm wack cuz I ain't rapping bout Pussy
But I kno they mad cuz I won't give up gushy
Save ya self from a fall and just sit on your tushie
Knocking bitches on they ass real Rap ain't no Rookie
In touch with my inner god since I been on Hiatus
They been talking sht so I thought I pop up hi Haters
I'll be back with an update I'm still Counting up paper
Ion trust to many so I'm always Strap with the Capper
Ima be a bad bitch like the candy Now and Later



Credits
Writer(s): Akyla Buie
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