Brick Wall

I fucked up a-
I fucked up a bag, went to mcm
Had to get me some more, hit the ATM

I fucked up a bag, went to MCM
Had to get some more, hit the ATM
When you chasing a bag don't got many friends
And if you want the sauce bring a frying pan
What's your budget? Don't care if it's 50 cents
Get a card and make sure that that jawn scan
Money ready only way you tapping in
Trust in me, always knew that I had the plan

I got me a backend I'm making a settlement
You got some beef you 'gon simmer it
I got some beef I'm 'gon settle it
My team keep winning no Belechek
Anything you could dream of I was selling it
Like my bitch bad, boujee, intelligent

So what she do for me?
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

And she give me brain show her Intellect
Kill her shit right when we into bed
Got two bad bitches they intersect
I'm tryna fuck you not flirt in a tinder thread
And shawty was trying to get intimate
Taking too long told her I wasn't it into
Like I'll come dick you down, you can't stay around
If you talking 'bout love I ain't feeling that

And they thinking shit sweet 'till I come spitting heat
Had to let 'em all know that it's really that
Everything they been doing is really cap
I got 'em really mad
That I can really rap
And a mouse for the cheese how I really trap
But you a rat, talk bout work you ain't really had
Hundreds cash of day what I really bag
When you see money, that's new bread I really have

Hoes tryna be slick cuz I'm up tryna bag chase
Before you win only thing you can have faith
I make her back bend, make sure my cash straight
You want a better ticket? Meet me half way

Ain't even rap, I just shit talk
Got my skin touching ice like I'm Kristoff
With a thottie and she suck my dick off
Test my body, on hall of fame brick wall



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Anthony Kelley
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