nomo
I spend racks on my cup
I spend racks on my slut
Buy these clothes wear it once
Spilled my drank like oh fuck
And my hands so paper cut
Cause I keep on countin' dough
And like how that boy come up
He was just down on the flo'
Like don't worry bout it bitch
Just know I get what I want
Imma wear these clothes like once
And don't want that shit no mo'
Balenci' pants they way too long
Rick Owens coat it drag on the flo'
What's on my mind yeah that's unknown
But what is known I'm shoppin' for clothes
Cologne pistols and racks in my tote
I got flaws too can't be mad she a hoe
Yeah, I've been checking off my checklist
Yeah, I'm hitting hoes on my wishlist
Yeah, I never been on a guest list
They know who I am don't guess bitch
I make bitch feel worth it
Play with me make you feel worthless
Off of the drugs I been swervin'
Yeah and my words they been slurrin'
Slide in a c8
Go to the airport
Then I hop in a suburban
Playin with me ok
Yeah that's how we gon' close them curtains
Play with me then ok you know that I'm makin' a fuck nigga nervous
Play with me the ok them bullets they rain down hit you like thunder
I spend racks on my cup
I spend racks on my slut
Buy these clothes wear it once
Spilled my drank like oh fuck
And my hands so paper cut
Cause I keep on countin' dough
And like how that boy come up
He was just down on the flo'
Like don't worry bout it bitch
Just know I get what I want
Imma wear these clothes like once
And don't want that shit no mo'
I spend racks on my slut
Buy these clothes wear it once
Spilled my drank like oh fuck
And my hands so paper cut
Cause I keep on countin' dough
And like how that boy come up
He was just down on the flo'
Like don't worry bout it bitch
Just know I get what I want
Imma wear these clothes like once
And don't want that shit no mo'
Balenci' pants they way too long
Rick Owens coat it drag on the flo'
What's on my mind yeah that's unknown
But what is known I'm shoppin' for clothes
Cologne pistols and racks in my tote
I got flaws too can't be mad she a hoe
Yeah, I've been checking off my checklist
Yeah, I'm hitting hoes on my wishlist
Yeah, I never been on a guest list
They know who I am don't guess bitch
I make bitch feel worth it
Play with me make you feel worthless
Off of the drugs I been swervin'
Yeah and my words they been slurrin'
Slide in a c8
Go to the airport
Then I hop in a suburban
Playin with me ok
Yeah that's how we gon' close them curtains
Play with me then ok you know that I'm makin' a fuck nigga nervous
Play with me the ok them bullets they rain down hit you like thunder
I spend racks on my cup
I spend racks on my slut
Buy these clothes wear it once
Spilled my drank like oh fuck
And my hands so paper cut
Cause I keep on countin' dough
And like how that boy come up
He was just down on the flo'
Like don't worry bout it bitch
Just know I get what I want
Imma wear these clothes like once
And don't want that shit no mo'
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Writer(s): Aaron Alexander
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