2k
Mimosa give a toast cus you can keep the OJ
Take you to a wing stop and we can drink some rozay
I won't kill no white hoe so I don't drink no OJ
Can't fuck with yo old dude cus he be moving too gay
Out in London with a Lauren you can chill by the lake
October's very own a make you think its old Drake
When my pops was in the streets he really sold weight
I smoke dope, I relapse and listen to the Ojays
I'm super retro I still be wearing old jays
It's a hot girl season she in love with D'usse
Get her off the yak cus she be getting loosey
I got 2 thousand hoes just like I'm playing 2k
Don't confuse the stunt with no arrogance
My ego is telling me I can out beat the elephant
We can't build no chemistry because I'm out of my element
I don't got no time for you
Don't put my name on that schedule then
Music you can listen to inside the Maybach
Pops told me blow a nigga face back
I ain't never got no money taken for a payback
If I'm looking for that money asking where yo safe at
I drink for real I really don't chase nothing but the sack
They ain't even know I rap and now they asking where yo tape at
Bald head hoes turning all into Rapunzels
If you don't got it now
I know the plug and he can front you
I'm the Don Bitch
Mimosa give a toast cus you can keep the OJ
Take you to a wing stop and we can drink some rozay
I won't kill no white hoe so I don't drink no OJ
Can't fuck with yo old dude cus he be moving too gay
Out in London with a Lauren you can chill by the lake
October's very own a make you think its old Drake
When my pops was in the streets he really sold weight
I smoke dope, I relapse and listen to the Ojays
I'm super retro I still be wearing old jays
It's a hot girl season she in love with D'usse
Get her off the yak cus she be getting loosey
I got 2 thousand hoes just like I'm playing 2k
20 years old with an old soul
Champagne colored suits look like rose gold
Never getting married just to let the hoes know
All my attire flyer than all of your pilot's clothes
300 hoes I can't even give that any sessions
But I just wanna thank God for all these fucking blessings
My shit aint never weak and you can listen to the words
These niggas out here tryna rap they sound like fucking derbs
This shit aint never sugar shack cus I stay in the burbs
Cus if he tweaking Ima make a nigga meet the birds
Even if he start to tweak over some small words
My bitch is natural and I love all of her small curls
She a lil mama so maybe I mother fucked her
Yes I'm sick cus I might try and just fuck her mother
Would that make the real type of mother fucker
Least you aint lick me and dismiss me like no fuckin sucka
Money became the obsession
Another bag, another blessing
Upgraded the selection
Now look at the progression
Every failure was a lesson
The anger was the weapon
Eliminate the question
Nothing less but perfection
Had to add to the collection
And keep niggas guessing
Another bag, another session
Now we in a whole nother direction
They knew he was doing something
But they can never catch him
Dime of the reflection
Any more suggestions
Get close to acceptance
We out here reckless
20 hoes naked
Posing for the records
For the money I was destined
Momosa give a toast cus you can keep the OJ
Take you to a wing stop and we can drink some rozay
I won't kill no white hoe so I don't drink no OJ
Can't fuck with yo old dude cus he be moving too gay
Out in London with a Lauren you can chill by the lake
October's very own a make you think its old Drake
When my pops was in the streets he really sold weight
I smoke dope, I relapse and listen to the Ojays
Take you to a wing stop and we can drink some rozay
I won't kill no white hoe so I don't drink no OJ
Can't fuck with yo old dude cus he be moving too gay
Out in London with a Lauren you can chill by the lake
October's very own a make you think its old Drake
When my pops was in the streets he really sold weight
I smoke dope, I relapse and listen to the Ojays
I'm super retro I still be wearing old jays
It's a hot girl season she in love with D'usse
Get her off the yak cus she be getting loosey
I got 2 thousand hoes just like I'm playing 2k
Don't confuse the stunt with no arrogance
My ego is telling me I can out beat the elephant
We can't build no chemistry because I'm out of my element
I don't got no time for you
Don't put my name on that schedule then
Music you can listen to inside the Maybach
Pops told me blow a nigga face back
I ain't never got no money taken for a payback
If I'm looking for that money asking where yo safe at
I drink for real I really don't chase nothing but the sack
They ain't even know I rap and now they asking where yo tape at
Bald head hoes turning all into Rapunzels
If you don't got it now
I know the plug and he can front you
I'm the Don Bitch
Mimosa give a toast cus you can keep the OJ
Take you to a wing stop and we can drink some rozay
I won't kill no white hoe so I don't drink no OJ
Can't fuck with yo old dude cus he be moving too gay
Out in London with a Lauren you can chill by the lake
October's very own a make you think its old Drake
When my pops was in the streets he really sold weight
I smoke dope, I relapse and listen to the Ojays
I'm super retro I still be wearing old jays
It's a hot girl season she in love with D'usse
Get her off the yak cus she be getting loosey
I got 2 thousand hoes just like I'm playing 2k
20 years old with an old soul
Champagne colored suits look like rose gold
Never getting married just to let the hoes know
All my attire flyer than all of your pilot's clothes
300 hoes I can't even give that any sessions
But I just wanna thank God for all these fucking blessings
My shit aint never weak and you can listen to the words
These niggas out here tryna rap they sound like fucking derbs
This shit aint never sugar shack cus I stay in the burbs
Cus if he tweaking Ima make a nigga meet the birds
Even if he start to tweak over some small words
My bitch is natural and I love all of her small curls
She a lil mama so maybe I mother fucked her
Yes I'm sick cus I might try and just fuck her mother
Would that make the real type of mother fucker
Least you aint lick me and dismiss me like no fuckin sucka
Money became the obsession
Another bag, another blessing
Upgraded the selection
Now look at the progression
Every failure was a lesson
The anger was the weapon
Eliminate the question
Nothing less but perfection
Had to add to the collection
And keep niggas guessing
Another bag, another session
Now we in a whole nother direction
They knew he was doing something
But they can never catch him
Dime of the reflection
Any more suggestions
Get close to acceptance
We out here reckless
20 hoes naked
Posing for the records
For the money I was destined
Momosa give a toast cus you can keep the OJ
Take you to a wing stop and we can drink some rozay
I won't kill no white hoe so I don't drink no OJ
Can't fuck with yo old dude cus he be moving too gay
Out in London with a Lauren you can chill by the lake
October's very own a make you think its old Drake
When my pops was in the streets he really sold weight
I smoke dope, I relapse and listen to the Ojays
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