Whatever

I got money it ain't trickin if I buy that bitch whatever
Used to broke niggas bitch gon get to thinkin that I love her
Hair frizzy
Face sweatin she eat dick up in the cover
Get the bread so she want me spread her cheeks like some butter

Baby girl come here Ferris wheel spin that ass round
Choppa it gon stutter got a lisp yeah then the Mack rounds
He gon call his bitch and he gon hear me in the background
Nigga savin hoes
Silly nigga like the class clown
Just like niggas hoopin
On the mission I got 5 on
Take you off the earth
Don't wan be ya bygone
Want me hit it raw
Bitch you trippin
Like ya slides on
Tupac
I'm the one these bitches got they eyes on
Two Glocks
Jump out on a oppa like it's sky zone
New spot
Had to switch the trap the feds ah find those
He say he a opp
We get the drop
My bitch ah line those
No he ain't gon fuck her I'm the one who break her spine

I got money it ain't trickin if I buy that bitch whatever
Used to broke niggas bitch gon get to thinkin that I love her
Hair frizzy
Face sweatin she eat dick up in the cover
Get the bread so she want me spread her cheeks like some butter



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Writer(s): Gene Clemetson
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