Want Sum

Mhmm
Bitch you know I ain't dumb
Uhhuhhuh
And a tec with a drum
Mmhm, mhmmm, mhmm
And they say they want some

See my pockets getting fat they want some
Bitch you know I ain't dumb
Keep a choppa' and a tec with a drum
Just in case he want some
Last night shawty told me what she want
Imma' take you to the mall
Ask shawty you could ball til' u fall
Imma give you what you want
Take a trip, we could hit Saint Laurent
Yeah, I want it all
Keep a choppa' and a tec with a drum
Bitch you know I ain't dumb

Lil' shawty if you miss me you can call
Used to be broke, now I'm Ballin' Jordan one's
Expensive drip, might go dressy for the fall
Starin at my racks, yeah, that shit just makes me tall
Lil' bro just mad cuz I really just fucked his bitch
And my ex hit my line talking bout I ain't shit
But I'm chasing the bag hop the fuck off my dick
And I hop in the jag and skrrt' off with his bitch
And my diamonds on froze got iceberg on my wrist
And I'm living like this on sum rockstar life shit
If you not giving neck get the fuck out my whip
Girls see me around and they blowing a kiss

See my pockets getting fat they want some
Bitch you know I ain't dumb
Keep a choppa' and a tec with a drum
Just in case he want some
Last night shawty told me what she want
Imma' take you to the mall
Ask shawty you could ball til' u fall
Imma give you what you want
Take a trip, we could hit Saint Laurent
Yeah, I want it all
Keep a choppa' and a tec with a drum
Bitch you know I ain't dumb

Bitches hating on me 'cause I'm gone
And they say they want some
See some bitches in the back of the club
Imma' give you what you want
Make some money now my pockets getting bigger
I don't give a fuck about it if it ain't about a figure, yeah
Two slaps, put my finger on the trigger
Now I'm running with yo' bitch and she not caring for you neither, yeah
You don't believe in me
Well, imma bet you do
I don't want no head if it's not coming from yo' friend, not you
Even if I get you mad
I know you're feeling me
If you run away I know you're coming back to me at two

See my pockets getting fat they want some
Bitch you know I ain't dumb
Keep a choppa' and a tec with a drum
Just in case he want some
Last night shawty told me what she want
Imma' take you to the mall
Ask shawty you could ball til' you fall
Imma give you what you want
Take a trip, we could hit Saint Laurent
Yeah, I want it all
Keep a choppa' and a tec with a drum
Bitch you know I ain't dumb

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, and she coming back to me at two
Nah, Nah, Nah, Nah, just being honest I don't care 'bout you
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh
Don't give a fuck 'bout you



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Writer(s): Michael Neer
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