Euphoria
Aye, its PlayBoy Frenia in this bitch
303 shit
Hearts all in my Patek
Flexing bands like magic
Codeine or Wok I got it
Boy got hit just like static (Skrrt)
Got her might just fucking have it
Boy I'm ballin' check my status
Got a bag, might just snach it
My cash green like a cactus
Hearts all in my Patek
Flexin' bands like magic
Codeine or wok I got it
Boy got hit just like static
Got her might just fucking have it
Boy I'm ballin' check my status (lets get it)
Got a bag, might just snach it
My cash green like a cactus
What the fuck is up
I'm pouring hella' lean in my cup (cup)
Think I had enough this double cup is hella' tough (huh?)
I'm a 4 armed with them slimes,
Pull up and dump on the truck
What's the problem, let them trip
Jump up out that cut we get it lit (lit)
"thinking about the times we had"
I don't give a fuck about that shit (ion give a fuck)
Broke my heart,
Think I'm finna' forgive you for that shit?
Crazy how these bitches act,
Thinking you can give a fucking shit
She calling "What the fuck is that?"
Call me Nardo Wick
Hearts all in my Patek (patek)
Flexin' bands like magic
Codeine or wok I got it
Boy got hit just like static
Got her might just fucking have it
Boy I'm ballin' check my status
Got a bag, might just snach it (wha? wha?)
My cash green like a cactus (wha? wha?)
I got the ice its all in my Patek
Pull out the bands and flex like magic
What? what?
Huh?
Frenia
303 shit
Hearts all in my Patek
Flexing bands like magic
Codeine or Wok I got it
Boy got hit just like static (Skrrt)
Got her might just fucking have it
Boy I'm ballin' check my status
Got a bag, might just snach it
My cash green like a cactus
Hearts all in my Patek
Flexin' bands like magic
Codeine or wok I got it
Boy got hit just like static
Got her might just fucking have it
Boy I'm ballin' check my status (lets get it)
Got a bag, might just snach it
My cash green like a cactus
What the fuck is up
I'm pouring hella' lean in my cup (cup)
Think I had enough this double cup is hella' tough (huh?)
I'm a 4 armed with them slimes,
Pull up and dump on the truck
What's the problem, let them trip
Jump up out that cut we get it lit (lit)
"thinking about the times we had"
I don't give a fuck about that shit (ion give a fuck)
Broke my heart,
Think I'm finna' forgive you for that shit?
Crazy how these bitches act,
Thinking you can give a fucking shit
She calling "What the fuck is that?"
Call me Nardo Wick
Hearts all in my Patek (patek)
Flexin' bands like magic
Codeine or wok I got it
Boy got hit just like static
Got her might just fucking have it
Boy I'm ballin' check my status
Got a bag, might just snach it (wha? wha?)
My cash green like a cactus (wha? wha?)
I got the ice its all in my Patek
Pull out the bands and flex like magic
What? what?
Huh?
Frenia
Credits
Writer(s): David Morales
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