Matrix

Riding in the coupe with this bitch
Why she lying to me i don't get it
I got time to burn if you in
Cross the line for me Ima spend it
Don't drop a dime i'll know who sent it
Cause i don't tell nobody my business
Had to boss up i was tired of the kitchen
That bitch want to fuck on me back then she didn't
All of my bitches smoke dope
Hand full of bitches i'm taking them home
I put the trap on go
I make the wrist work then stack dough
Narcs out don't be on my phone
She hold the glock in Tom Ford
She dominican love her soul
Swear to god i shouldn't have let her go

Brick on my wrist got my heart so froze
Had to count up cause you better alone
She a dog had to throw her a bone
Turn my back on you bitch i'm vlone
How the fuck do i sound like lone
I don't even write none of my songs
Forgot the words to half the songs i posted
But its cool cause i still make more
Yes i was counting money in the cold
Why the fuck Ima think bout hoes
Better yet why the fuck would i think bout yours
Trust me i know how the game go
Trust me i'm not captain save hoes
I don't save shit don't got a cape on
Told me she need a bag for Avon
Why would i spend what i could save on

Riding in the coupe with this bitch
Why she lying to me i don't get it
I got time to burn if you in
Cross the line for me Ima spend it
Don't drop a dime i'll know who sent it
Cause i don't tell nobody my business
Had to boss up i was tired of the kitchen
That bitch want to fuck on me back then she didn't
All of my bitches smoke dope
Hand full of bitches i'm taking them home
I put the trap on go
I make the wrist work then stack dough
Narcs out don't be on my phone
She hold the glock in Tom Ford
She dominican love her soul
Swear to god i shouldn't have let her go



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Writer(s): Jason Escobar
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