BOTTEGA BELT

(I heart Aaron)

Yeah
I ain't in this game to make friends, Only here for the money bitch
All my niggas be solid as hell, I be wit' them dummies bitch
I ain't sippin' on lean to look sweet, that shit in my tummy bitch
Back to back in them Nascars nigga 'bouta get to that money bitch
Need to put me in fashion week nigga, that Bottega my belt bitch
I'm the type take one for the team, I ain't askin' for help bitch
Y'all some bunch of funny ass niggas, I ain't talkin' bout Nelk bitch
I done dropped that bag in Santa sleigh I ain't no motherfuckin' elf bitch

We done ran up a 20 ball nigga, in a week, in a tech fit
If she ain't tryna fuck off bale, then it's on to the next bitch
Wear that shit one time lil' nigga then it's on to the next shit
Catch a Opp offline lil' nigga he gon need him a next kit
We ain't playin' no football nigga, make you fumble that bag bitch
Hadda cut that other bitch off, she act just like my last bitch
New bitch got commas to her name, I can see why you mad bitch
Paid them bands for them Chrome Hearts Shades, that's some shit you ain't had bitch
30 Pointers, they frozen on
Man this shit cold as hell nigga
Gotta bitch from the 304
She suck dick wit' the nails nigga
I told shawty 'I'm comin' home'
She say "Boy I can't tell nigga"
Every time we on opps block nigga, we ain't leavin' no shells nigga
Every time that block hot nigga, we ain't Makin' no sales nigga
They say "You hot now nigga", Man we tried to tell niggas
We be makin them freebandz nigga, we ain't leavin' no trails nigga
Finna bring that mop out nigga, Hope you wishing me well nigga



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Writer(s): Devin Snipes
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