Nike
I fell in love with the money
I fell inlove with the money
Said I'ma just do it like Nike
Trapboy drip, blue jeans with a white tee, yeah
Yeah, that Wock too strong, more Sprite please
That boy got stained, tell that nigga come fight me, uh
Don't get lined up like Adidas
Heard me on a track, now she sucking my penis
Yeah
The Perky, it send me to Venus
Dark skin with the fatty, I swear they the meanest, uh
I don't fuck with hoes that's pricey
Damn, I caught feelings, I swear that ain't like me
Lil baddie pulled up with a sundress
It's 3 AM, tell me why you ain't undressed, uh (lil bitch)
And I got the grip, that's a fact, fact
I click, wipe it down, throw that shit in her backpack
And she ain't gon' fold 'cause she love me
Compete with myself, there ain't no one above me
Yeah, yeah
Said, Is you gon' ride when it's stormy
I stay in my lane, ain't no switchin' like Tory
She bad and she told me to eat it
Lil bitch, I'm Jamaican, I'm just here to beat it, uh
I bust in her mouth like Twinkie
Got her in the telly, drank purple like Tinky
These niggas, they change like the weather
I swear I'm locked in, man, this shit is forever
Said she wanna fuck with a star
Remember them days, she ain't know who we are (damn)
And I make a movie, no Blu-ray
Knock the meat out your taco, especially on Tuesdays
And don't be surprised when I'm up now
Finna move out the hood and fly over your bus now
Or I might just cop me a bustdown
Breezo, bitch, I just say it for luck now
I fell inlove with the money
Said I'ma just do it like Nike
Trapboy drip, blue jeans with a white tee, yeah
Yeah, that Wock too strong, more Sprite please
That boy got stained, tell that nigga come fight me, uh
Don't get lined up like Adidas
Heard me on a track, now she sucking my penis
Yeah
The Perky, it send me to Venus
Dark skin with the fatty, I swear they the meanest, uh
I don't fuck with hoes that's pricey
Damn, I caught feelings, I swear that ain't like me
Lil baddie pulled up with a sundress
It's 3 AM, tell me why you ain't undressed, uh (lil bitch)
And I got the grip, that's a fact, fact
I click, wipe it down, throw that shit in her backpack
And she ain't gon' fold 'cause she love me
Compete with myself, there ain't no one above me
Yeah, yeah
Said, Is you gon' ride when it's stormy
I stay in my lane, ain't no switchin' like Tory
She bad and she told me to eat it
Lil bitch, I'm Jamaican, I'm just here to beat it, uh
I bust in her mouth like Twinkie
Got her in the telly, drank purple like Tinky
These niggas, they change like the weather
I swear I'm locked in, man, this shit is forever
Said she wanna fuck with a star
Remember them days, she ain't know who we are (damn)
And I make a movie, no Blu-ray
Knock the meat out your taco, especially on Tuesdays
And don't be surprised when I'm up now
Finna move out the hood and fly over your bus now
Or I might just cop me a bustdown
Breezo, bitch, I just say it for luck now
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Writer(s): D'andre Galbraith
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