DontYou (feat. Tri77y)
Don't you fuck up my vibe
I look like money
And I smell like money courtside
I'm feeling myself
Don't you blow my high
I only came to leave with the bad bitches
My heart on my sleeve
But I act different
Me myself and I
I do my own dirt I can't tell on I
Ay fuck the internet
Just look me in the eye
Doormat how I'm stepping on them now
Close range whole chest blow out
Cash rules everything except I
Don't talk me go get your money straight
Hanging with the 9's you gotta elevate
Everyday feeling like we celebrate
And I don't my bitch out
Cause she the dinner date
Meaning
It's her on my dinner plate
You can find me somewhere smoking trying innovate
All this money keep on calling I got 3 way
Smelling like chanel when I pull up
Shawty looking like bag
I run it up
Like a fever in this bitch
I'm burning up
Need my money on time
Hurry up
Free guy how a nigga
Changed up
Blue bills cause I got my change up
Wait thought fuck nigga said sum
Another package in the mail
Came from london
Smoking good nigga smelling like a onion
Tell lil momma buss it
Cause she know I ain't wit that lazy shit
If I'm in the function then you know
I'm getting faded bitch
Don't be coming in this bitch
With all that bullshit
Hol up
Don't you fuck up my vibe
I look like money
And I smell like money courtside
I'm feeling myself
Don't you blow my high
I only came to leave with the bad bitches
My heart on my sleeve
But I act different
Me myself and I
I do my own dirt I can't tell on I
Ay fuck the internet
Just look me in the eye
Doormat how I'm stepping on them now
Close range whole chest blow out
Cash rules everything except I
Know I'm with a shordie gettin high
I came with this money to get fly
Yeah that hoe a bird she gone fly
Nigga don't kill my vibe
Shordie you a trip like acid yeah
Shordie suck dick like Percocet yeah
Shordie say that you got a shrimp dick yeah
I just killed the kitty on a thick bih yeah
Got lipstick
Now she gotta a ripstick, damn
Fuckin with them pills I'm wanting 10 of them yeah
I been mixing weed with the ritalin yeah
I just be a vibe don't kill it yeah
Don't you fuck up my vibe
I look like money
And I smell like money courtside
I'm feeling myself
Don't you blow my high
I only came to leave with the bad bitches
My heart on my sleeve
But I act different
Me myself and I
I do my own dirt I can't tell on I
Ay fuck the internet
Just look me in the eye
Doormat how I'm stepping on them now
Close range whole chest blow out
Cash rules everything except I
I look like money
And I smell like money courtside
I'm feeling myself
Don't you blow my high
I only came to leave with the bad bitches
My heart on my sleeve
But I act different
Me myself and I
I do my own dirt I can't tell on I
Ay fuck the internet
Just look me in the eye
Doormat how I'm stepping on them now
Close range whole chest blow out
Cash rules everything except I
Don't talk me go get your money straight
Hanging with the 9's you gotta elevate
Everyday feeling like we celebrate
And I don't my bitch out
Cause she the dinner date
Meaning
It's her on my dinner plate
You can find me somewhere smoking trying innovate
All this money keep on calling I got 3 way
Smelling like chanel when I pull up
Shawty looking like bag
I run it up
Like a fever in this bitch
I'm burning up
Need my money on time
Hurry up
Free guy how a nigga
Changed up
Blue bills cause I got my change up
Wait thought fuck nigga said sum
Another package in the mail
Came from london
Smoking good nigga smelling like a onion
Tell lil momma buss it
Cause she know I ain't wit that lazy shit
If I'm in the function then you know
I'm getting faded bitch
Don't be coming in this bitch
With all that bullshit
Hol up
Don't you fuck up my vibe
I look like money
And I smell like money courtside
I'm feeling myself
Don't you blow my high
I only came to leave with the bad bitches
My heart on my sleeve
But I act different
Me myself and I
I do my own dirt I can't tell on I
Ay fuck the internet
Just look me in the eye
Doormat how I'm stepping on them now
Close range whole chest blow out
Cash rules everything except I
Know I'm with a shordie gettin high
I came with this money to get fly
Yeah that hoe a bird she gone fly
Nigga don't kill my vibe
Shordie you a trip like acid yeah
Shordie suck dick like Percocet yeah
Shordie say that you got a shrimp dick yeah
I just killed the kitty on a thick bih yeah
Got lipstick
Now she gotta a ripstick, damn
Fuckin with them pills I'm wanting 10 of them yeah
I been mixing weed with the ritalin yeah
I just be a vibe don't kill it yeah
Don't you fuck up my vibe
I look like money
And I smell like money courtside
I'm feeling myself
Don't you blow my high
I only came to leave with the bad bitches
My heart on my sleeve
But I act different
Me myself and I
I do my own dirt I can't tell on I
Ay fuck the internet
Just look me in the eye
Doormat how I'm stepping on them now
Close range whole chest blow out
Cash rules everything except I
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Writer(s): Darius Cohen
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