Aura
Gotta take my chance on the road
Met a couple fans selling dope
Catch a flight to France i'm a blow
She can't tell her friends where we go
Cause getting new money
Aura start to reek
She told me the bread is poking out my seams
Can't spend on the fit no money in the jeans
Then wonder why all your bitches start to leave
You ain't getting no cream
Stop giving out what you don't have
Pay for it all if going half
If you roll wit me I'll clear the tab
Member drinking outta tap
Boil the water if we can
Got them listening like Sirius
Because she sweet and fake I call her Stevia
Think cause her pussy good I wanna be wit her
But can I put it in ya name I get the beamer truck
That'll tell me if you down to ride
Before I bring yo ass outside
And introduce to the guys
They tuck away my 45s every night
I'll hide the ARs and the Nines
I been put the family over me
Since a younging always been hard to reach
Forever been giving out knowledge for the free
But if you don't put up or match my energy
I'll pack my bags up then I leave
Now the right hand hitting like Ali
Every woman wanna join the team
When they see you counting hella breech
Smoke pounds of the leaf
I'm done wit waiting for my time
Gonna need a yacht if changing tides
I won't go on dates and wear a tie
I'm in a sweatsuit wear ya tights
Far from ya regular man
Swear that I've been
Counting up blues, you know
Met her when I was in back on the VIP
Spending hundreds til' the DJs played my song
She said what it is, put my hands on her hip
Said you better give some money to ya folks
Family and blood got bread to fill the room
They don't need anymore
Wassup wit me and you
Get back from the road
Put you inside the coupe
Swear I can't leave my zone
It's in me like a loop
Downing pints of Hennessy
Wit Cali trees, it make me lean
Lets take ya talents to beach
Ain't hard for me to be appeased
Got the family on my mind
Ain't worry bout sex, money celibate
I'm busy barely got the time
But send you lingerie
Then pop-up with a bank
Aura start to reek
She told me the bread is poking out my seams
Can't spend on the fit no money in the jeans
Then wonder why all your bitches start to leave
You ain't getting no cream
Stop giving out what you don't have
Pay for it all if going half
If you roll wit me I'll clear the tab
Member drinking outta tap
Boil the water if we can
Got them listening like Sirius
Because she sweet and fake I call her Stevia
Think cause her pussy good I wanna be wit her
But can I put it in ya name I get the beamer truck
That'll tell me if you down to ride
Met a couple fans selling dope
Catch a flight to France i'm a blow
She can't tell her friends where we go
Cause getting new money
Aura start to reek
She told me the bread is poking out my seams
Can't spend on the fit no money in the jeans
Then wonder why all your bitches start to leave
You ain't getting no cream
Stop giving out what you don't have
Pay for it all if going half
If you roll wit me I'll clear the tab
Member drinking outta tap
Boil the water if we can
Got them listening like Sirius
Because she sweet and fake I call her Stevia
Think cause her pussy good I wanna be wit her
But can I put it in ya name I get the beamer truck
That'll tell me if you down to ride
Before I bring yo ass outside
And introduce to the guys
They tuck away my 45s every night
I'll hide the ARs and the Nines
I been put the family over me
Since a younging always been hard to reach
Forever been giving out knowledge for the free
But if you don't put up or match my energy
I'll pack my bags up then I leave
Now the right hand hitting like Ali
Every woman wanna join the team
When they see you counting hella breech
Smoke pounds of the leaf
I'm done wit waiting for my time
Gonna need a yacht if changing tides
I won't go on dates and wear a tie
I'm in a sweatsuit wear ya tights
Far from ya regular man
Swear that I've been
Counting up blues, you know
Met her when I was in back on the VIP
Spending hundreds til' the DJs played my song
She said what it is, put my hands on her hip
Said you better give some money to ya folks
Family and blood got bread to fill the room
They don't need anymore
Wassup wit me and you
Get back from the road
Put you inside the coupe
Swear I can't leave my zone
It's in me like a loop
Downing pints of Hennessy
Wit Cali trees, it make me lean
Lets take ya talents to beach
Ain't hard for me to be appeased
Got the family on my mind
Ain't worry bout sex, money celibate
I'm busy barely got the time
But send you lingerie
Then pop-up with a bank
Aura start to reek
She told me the bread is poking out my seams
Can't spend on the fit no money in the jeans
Then wonder why all your bitches start to leave
You ain't getting no cream
Stop giving out what you don't have
Pay for it all if going half
If you roll wit me I'll clear the tab
Member drinking outta tap
Boil the water if we can
Got them listening like Sirius
Because she sweet and fake I call her Stevia
Think cause her pussy good I wanna be wit her
But can I put it in ya name I get the beamer truck
That'll tell me if you down to ride
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Writer(s): Shaquille Berry
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