Soul & Heart

Oh we getting litter forever
Yea
I cannot promise you yea
We can't promise forever
So ima pop me a bean and I'm leaning forever
I get the bands that's forever ever

I swim in the money and fuck man I just might purple the beverage
She got me lit like I'm living forever
Bitch I'm the plug no I don't need no medic
Takin that bitch out to Ruth Chris and I leave that boy on top of a stretcher
I cannot fuck with these niggas not ever
I need that money I need it forever I need you shawty forever
I need that money on top of the work I need you shawty forever
I need a bottle of percs and a bottle of syrup
I cannot tell you what hurt
Promise you I leave that little boy hurt if he try to mess with my girl

I might leave two in that nigga
I might leave two in my bitch
Shawty been going to crazy and I think she's losing her screws while I'm screw-in that
I just poured way too much lean in a one and I don't need a scrutiny
Addicted to you and the money and lean and it ain't nothin new to me

I swim in the money and fuck man I just might purple the beverage
She got me lit like I'm living forever
Bitch I'm the plug no I don't need no medic
Takin that bitch out to Ruth Chris and I leave that boy on top of a stretcher
I cannot fuck with these niggas not ever
I need that money I need it forever I need you shawty forever

I'll give you my heart and my soul just don't deal with the devil
I think that she feel straight from heaven the way that my pockets be looking
I tripled my sevens
I made a deal now the money be coming in abundance
No need for discussion
I shoot kid like I'm russian
I shoot the kid just for looking at shawty

I swim in the money and fuck man I just might purple the beverage
She got me lit like I'm living forever
Bitch I'm the plug no I don't need no medic
Takin that bitch out to Ruth Chris and I leave that boy on top of a stretcher
I cannot fuck with these niggas not ever
I need that money I need it forever I need you shawty forever
I need that money on top of the work I need you shawty forever
I need a bottle of percs and a bottle of syrup
I cannot tell you what hurt
Promise you I leave that little boy hurt if he try to mess with my girl



Credits
Writer(s): Malachi Hales
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