600p week (Intro)

Made six hunnid a week
Of selling perfume
Starting to smell like success
When I enter the room
Still keep it quiet and humble
Knowing damn well its the start
This is improv believe
I guess I'll play in the moment
I play in the moment
My actions match my words
Bitch I don't worry about lies
Tell a truth about you
Yaz just mize
Won't mention my achievements
It's too cocky right
As for my wrongs that's
Your job so do it right
I remember one time I nutted
In my bitch
That was just one time I wouldn't
Want to switch
Believed in morning after pills
More Jesus
Ready to become a dad
Never mind all the speeches
Sometimes it takes a kid
To get the motivation
Most times a broken heart
Leads to rehabilitation
I had a broken heart
Needed a new blood type

Listen ma I ain't tryna
Control yahh
Thinking about how the fuck
Should I approach yahh
Paco Rabbane got you
Smelling like Olympea
You can bring your friend too
Le-see who sillier
Don't worry about the tag
Throw it in the bag
Remy Martin XO
For the weekend
Drink it from the bottle
Put away the glass
Post it on your IG
Let that shit last



Credits
Writer(s): Ayabulela Mlabateki
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