Whatever

I walk with a limp because these bands all in my pants
I just pulled up to the club so I'm gone do my money dance
You can come to Solly's world and it gone put you in a trance
Tell me if you got a problem then I'm sliding with my mans
But it's whatever, whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever
I get a bag whatever, I do the dash whatever
She let me smash whatever, Then I'm a pass whatever
Put my girl in Jimmy Choo
I don't really fuck with you
I be riding in that Bentley coupe
On a mission to the loot
I skirt off ima chuck the deuce
Solly J can never lose
She gone blow me like a flute
Let her go like parachute
I feel like an Angel but I'm in a demon
We not on a boat, she eating my semen
I don't trust many cuz they commit treason
Hop on a flight I'm changing the region
Ima be smoking on gas in Sweden
I make 'em fall not talking bout season
Yes I hold grudges so ima get even
I just be sipping on drank for no reason
I walk with a limp because these bands all in my pants
I just pulled up to the club so I'm gone do my money dance
You can come to Solly's world and it gone put you in a trance
I just pulled up to the club so I'm gone do my money dance
But it's whatever, whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever
I get a bag whatever, I do the dash whatever
She let me smash whatever, Then I'm a pass whatever
But it's whatever, whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever
I get a bag whatever, I do the dash whatever
She let me smash whatever, Then I'm a pass whatever
UTB wit that heat
They gon see us when we pull up in that heat
They gon, yeah, they gon see, yeah, let it be



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Writer(s): Solomon Johnson
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