No Roddy
Yea a lot of these people went fake around me
Can't have no fake around
Gave you my heart and I watch you just break it down
Yeah hold up let's pace it now
I'm bout to turn up
This furnace is baking now
My love it went vacant now
It just feel like we in two different places now
I'm coming to chase it down
It feel like all of the bitches get slayed around me
Can't get no fame around me
Boy if you broke and you cannot get paid around me
No you can't hang around
Man i been hurting it feel like we strangers now
That shit is the strangest now
As much as i want to i know i can't hang around
That money count one two my favorite sound
Cause they know i run thru that pape it's on me
Don't do no saving no cape no army
Whipping the foreign i race the rarri
Flexing all up in they face I'm sorry
Shorty came fresh out the
New body
Baby a ten out of eight too hottie
They be all stuck on my wave tsunami
Double c on me i'm rich no roddy
Don't gotta ask who i'm is they know me
Flipping the script and i switch the rollie
Dropping the top on a bitch Ginobili
Twenty four k on the wrist no Kobe
Blowing the back out a bitch she boney
Came with the glitz and you switched you phony
Diamonds they came with the glitz its stoney
Know that i came with the shits it's on me
Know that i came with the backend
Whole lot of sticks
A whole lot of action
A hole in your bitch
A hole in your back
A hole in your wrist
A hole in your hat
A hole in your whip and now your shit flat
If i hit your bitch it's no coming back
It ain't no debate
I'm not with the hate
I'm not with the fake
I'm not into that
Yea a lot of these people went fake around me
Can't have no fake around
Gave you my heart and I watch you just break it down
Yeah hold up let's pace it now
I'm bout to turn up
This furnace is baking now
My love it went vacant now
It just feel like we in two different places now
I'm coming to chase it down
It feel like all of the bitches get slayed around me
Can't get no fame around me
Boy if you broke and you cannot get paid around me
No you can't hang around
Man i been hurting it feel like we strangers now
That shit is the strangest now
As much as i want to i know i can't hang around
That money count one two my favorite sound
Can't have no fake around
Gave you my heart and I watch you just break it down
Yeah hold up let's pace it now
I'm bout to turn up
This furnace is baking now
My love it went vacant now
It just feel like we in two different places now
I'm coming to chase it down
It feel like all of the bitches get slayed around me
Can't get no fame around me
Boy if you broke and you cannot get paid around me
No you can't hang around
Man i been hurting it feel like we strangers now
That shit is the strangest now
As much as i want to i know i can't hang around
That money count one two my favorite sound
Cause they know i run thru that pape it's on me
Don't do no saving no cape no army
Whipping the foreign i race the rarri
Flexing all up in they face I'm sorry
Shorty came fresh out the
New body
Baby a ten out of eight too hottie
They be all stuck on my wave tsunami
Double c on me i'm rich no roddy
Don't gotta ask who i'm is they know me
Flipping the script and i switch the rollie
Dropping the top on a bitch Ginobili
Twenty four k on the wrist no Kobe
Blowing the back out a bitch she boney
Came with the glitz and you switched you phony
Diamonds they came with the glitz its stoney
Know that i came with the shits it's on me
Know that i came with the backend
Whole lot of sticks
A whole lot of action
A hole in your bitch
A hole in your back
A hole in your wrist
A hole in your hat
A hole in your whip and now your shit flat
If i hit your bitch it's no coming back
It ain't no debate
I'm not with the hate
I'm not with the fake
I'm not into that
Yea a lot of these people went fake around me
Can't have no fake around
Gave you my heart and I watch you just break it down
Yeah hold up let's pace it now
I'm bout to turn up
This furnace is baking now
My love it went vacant now
It just feel like we in two different places now
I'm coming to chase it down
It feel like all of the bitches get slayed around me
Can't get no fame around me
Boy if you broke and you cannot get paid around me
No you can't hang around
Man i been hurting it feel like we strangers now
That shit is the strangest now
As much as i want to i know i can't hang around
That money count one two my favorite sound
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Writer(s): Darien Thompson
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