M.I.A.
Huh, god
I got this shit in my fingers aye, money go longer than meters aye
Kid you ain't getting no feature aye, oh you look mad you offended aye
I just be rocking the Fendi aye
Aye, niggas be reaching for pennies aye
I robbed the bank for the Benji's aye
Geeking like Bobby and Whitney aye
I make my perkies come with me aye
Cali hoe told me she missed me aye, not now I'm fucking on Tiffany aye
Bring me the store hoe I'm getting paid
I'm finna blow then go M.I.A yeah
Jeremy Scotts I wear my bones, bad
I don't need no help hoe I count it alone
I'm on her back like she wearing Vlone
Freestyle my dick she on top of the dome, god
Tennis chain look like my money, it's showing
I run it up so it never gets boring
Fill up my cup I don't know what I'm pouring
Damn (Wait what I say)
Went M.I.A. they don't know where I'm going
M.I.A, yeah, yeah (Fuck it hoe)
Finna go M.I.A. yeah
I rock the pack and I'm packing the gat
Ain't gotta ask what I'm doing with that
Bitch I'm an asshole and you is a nat
I be so sick of y'all niggas so scat
Hop in the cat run from the law
Thought you was hardbody boy you is soft
I don't like y'all niggas pissing me off
Stand at 5'8 but my money real tall
Hoe I don't give a fuck if I do wrong
Keep looking green Imma lay in your lawn
Muscles on my whip I got this hoe strong
Talking that shit pussy nigga come on, yeah
(Fill up my cup I don't know what I'm pouring)
(Fill up, fill up my cup I don't know what I'm)
(Fill up my cup I don't know what I'm pouring)
Yeah, yeah
M.I.A, yeah, yeah (Fuck it hoe)
Finna go M.I.A. yeah
I rock the pack and I'm packing the gat
Ain't gotta ask what I'm doing with that
Bitch I'm an asshole and you is a nat
I be so sick of y'all niggas so scat
Might just say fuck it start dropping it all
But I ain't feeling nun cause they all coming back
She like it when I go walk in the mall
And I'm popping these bands cause I'm breaking these racks
Oh you can't tell, you niggas look lost
I done flew off they missing a star (Yeah)
I got this shit in my fingers aye, money go longer than meters aye
Kid you ain't getting no feature aye, oh you look mad you offended aye
I just be rocking the Fendi aye
Aye, niggas be reaching for pennies aye
I robbed the bank for the Benji's aye
Geeking like Bobby and Whitney aye
I make my perkies come with me aye
Cali hoe told me she missed me aye, not now I'm fucking on Tiffany aye
Bring me the store hoe I'm getting paid
I'm finna blow then go M.I.A yeah
Jeremy Scotts I wear my bones, bad
I don't need no help hoe I count it alone
I'm on her back like she wearing Vlone
Freestyle my dick she on top of the dome, god
Tennis chain look like my money, it's showing
I run it up so it never gets boring
Fill up my cup I don't know what I'm pouring
Damn (Wait what I say)
Went M.I.A. they don't know where I'm going
M.I.A, yeah, yeah (Fuck it hoe)
Finna go M.I.A. yeah
I rock the pack and I'm packing the gat
Ain't gotta ask what I'm doing with that
Bitch I'm an asshole and you is a nat
I be so sick of y'all niggas so scat
Hop in the cat run from the law
Thought you was hardbody boy you is soft
I don't like y'all niggas pissing me off
Stand at 5'8 but my money real tall
Hoe I don't give a fuck if I do wrong
Keep looking green Imma lay in your lawn
Muscles on my whip I got this hoe strong
Talking that shit pussy nigga come on, yeah
(Fill up my cup I don't know what I'm pouring)
(Fill up, fill up my cup I don't know what I'm)
(Fill up my cup I don't know what I'm pouring)
Yeah, yeah
M.I.A, yeah, yeah (Fuck it hoe)
Finna go M.I.A. yeah
I rock the pack and I'm packing the gat
Ain't gotta ask what I'm doing with that
Bitch I'm an asshole and you is a nat
I be so sick of y'all niggas so scat
Might just say fuck it start dropping it all
But I ain't feeling nun cause they all coming back
She like it when I go walk in the mall
And I'm popping these bands cause I'm breaking these racks
Oh you can't tell, you niggas look lost
I done flew off they missing a star (Yeah)
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Writer(s): Isaiah Grogan
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