Hey
Yeah, told friend, "Don't-, keep liftin'"
Told friend, "Don't stress, keep liftin'"
Told friend, "Don't stress, keep liftin'," yeah
I told friend, "Don't stress, keep liftin'"
Send him money to pay for a subscription
I love when my bitch act submissive
I treat her like a queen, Elizabeth
I capped off plays and ain't do shit, don't call me a middle man
I never been to the D a day in my life, still made a 50 off of Michigan
Niggas try show stoppin', ain't workin', I'm walkin' inside of the bank again
I put an extension inside of this .40, I see him outside, and I'm spankin' him
Whippin' the food up and bring it to you like I'm caterin'
You play with my heart, I promised we never would date again
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I took the Bape off, and I put on the Gallery
Fly out to Texas and shop at the Galleria
White bitch, and she look like Christina Aguilera
The diamonds is dancin' inside of the mirror
I need a baby bottle, measure the syrup
I broke the bitch heart and I told the hoe, "Cheer up"
Opps cookin' up, watchin' 'em pair up
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Told friend, "Don't stress, keep liftin'"
Told friend, "Don't stress, keep liftin'," yeah
I told friend, "Don't stress, keep liftin'"
Send him money to pay for a subscription
I love when my bitch act submissive
I treat her like a queen, Elizabeth
I capped off plays and ain't do shit, don't call me a middle man
I never been to the D a day in my life, still made a 50 off of Michigan
Niggas try show stoppin', ain't workin', I'm walkin' inside of the bank again
I put an extension inside of this .40, I see him outside, and I'm spankin' him
Whippin' the food up and bring it to you like I'm caterin'
You play with my heart, I promised we never would date again
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I took the Bape off, and I put on the Gallery
Fly out to Texas and shop at the Galleria
White bitch, and she look like Christina Aguilera
The diamonds is dancin' inside of the mirror
I need a baby bottle, measure the syrup
I broke the bitch heart and I told the hoe, "Cheer up"
Opps cookin' up, watchin' 'em pair up
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Credits
Writer(s): Rayshaun Scott
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