Publishing
(Mano)
Worried about my royalties
And publishing
My cover art's
And selling seats
I"m not havin no time for fucking freaks
Curtians up
Cus it's been showtime for fucking weeks
I need a slut, that I know mine
To fuck her deep
Just like Money Mitch
Whenever I touch the streets
Clock punchin ass
Pumping gas underneath
Glock punch your ass
And put your ass underneath
You aint got my number
You can't call me
You cant fucking reach
Where your reach go? (Grr, bow)
Through the peephole
Know that it's a fire cus you seen smoke
Don't know what shoes
I'ma where with this Celine coat
You aint know?
Ballin for so long, like motherfucker
I should've been pro
I don't like ns
This shit Jim Crow
I sip slow
She shouldn't have talked back to a pimp though
She didn't know
He a cop Carl Winslow
He don't let his friends glow
Gen 5 not Gen 4
Not C5 it's C4
Worried about my royalties and publishing
My cover art's and selling seats
I"m not havin no time for fucking freaks
Curtians up
Cus it's been showtime for fucking weeks
I need a slut, that I know mine,
To fuck her deep
I just need a slut that I know mines
Tell her she so fine
Seen him, he got blowed down
Close to the goal line
My country cousin grow pine
That shit a gold mine
She was going way too fast
Told her to slow down
Buttons in the car
I don't know what they do
Put this on my Ma, if you run up I'ma shoot
I'ma set this bitch on fire
Whenever I step in this booth
Record in front of everybody
They shut up when I do
Seen that money rain
I was Ace inside the cleaners first
You can dream but still gotta do the work
Bitch say I'm a flirt
But these bitches say I'm mean as fuck
Clean as fuck
Got my call from Scotty
Told him beam me up, 4
Worried about my royalties
And publishing
My cover art's
And selling seats
I"m not havin no time for fucking freaks
Curtians up
Cus it's been showtime for fucking weeks
I need a slut, that I know mine
To fuck her deep
Worried about my royalties
And publishing
My cover art's
And selling seats
I"m not havin no time for fucking freaks
Curtians up
Cus it's been showtime for fucking weeks
I need a slut, that I know mine
To fuck her deep
Worried about my royalties
And publishing
My cover art's
And selling seats
I"m not havin no time for fucking freaks
Curtians up
Cus it's been showtime for fucking weeks
I need a slut, that I know mine
To fuck her deep
Just like Money Mitch
Whenever I touch the streets
Clock punchin ass
Pumping gas underneath
Glock punch your ass
And put your ass underneath
You aint got my number
You can't call me
You cant fucking reach
Where your reach go? (Grr, bow)
Through the peephole
Know that it's a fire cus you seen smoke
Don't know what shoes
I'ma where with this Celine coat
You aint know?
Ballin for so long, like motherfucker
I should've been pro
I don't like ns
This shit Jim Crow
I sip slow
She shouldn't have talked back to a pimp though
She didn't know
He a cop Carl Winslow
He don't let his friends glow
Gen 5 not Gen 4
Not C5 it's C4
Worried about my royalties and publishing
My cover art's and selling seats
I"m not havin no time for fucking freaks
Curtians up
Cus it's been showtime for fucking weeks
I need a slut, that I know mine,
To fuck her deep
I just need a slut that I know mines
Tell her she so fine
Seen him, he got blowed down
Close to the goal line
My country cousin grow pine
That shit a gold mine
She was going way too fast
Told her to slow down
Buttons in the car
I don't know what they do
Put this on my Ma, if you run up I'ma shoot
I'ma set this bitch on fire
Whenever I step in this booth
Record in front of everybody
They shut up when I do
Seen that money rain
I was Ace inside the cleaners first
You can dream but still gotta do the work
Bitch say I'm a flirt
But these bitches say I'm mean as fuck
Clean as fuck
Got my call from Scotty
Told him beam me up, 4
Worried about my royalties
And publishing
My cover art's
And selling seats
I"m not havin no time for fucking freaks
Curtians up
Cus it's been showtime for fucking weeks
I need a slut, that I know mine
To fuck her deep
Worried about my royalties
And publishing
My cover art's
And selling seats
I"m not havin no time for fucking freaks
Curtians up
Cus it's been showtime for fucking weeks
I need a slut, that I know mine
To fuck her deep
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Writer(s): Justin Bell, Julius Herold, Jamiel Terrence
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