304s Mad Intro

Fuck being nice, you want a feature you paying the price
I den cashed out me check
On my neck And my wrist And shinning
I don't need lights
I gotta nigga who Pj my flights
I Might, put that pussy on ice
He gone, buy whatever I like
I Told em do the right thing like spike

Know I'm the reason these hoes mad
The reason they pissed
Why they up set
Like how I'm up top? And they still ain't pop?
Ho get off that mic and that drum set
Probably mad cuz he thought he was up next
Now I'm winning they tighter then but sex
Think You fucking with me?
You ain't making no sense
Like a bitch who just sent out a Butt text

I'm the illest bitch I do it
Talk about wealth Ho I grew it
And I keep two two threes case you silly niggas act stupid

I'm the illest bitch I do it
Talk about wealth Ho I grew it
And I keep two two threes case you silly niggas act stupid



Credits
Writer(s): J'son Mcdonald
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