2:40 Am

I done made all of this money
This bitch wanna fuck me
She heard that I'm up
Up in the rack for to Long
Feel it in my stomach
It's hurting my heart
Trying go outta the country
And take someone daughter
Was fighting a case
Feds kept freezing my money
I'm trying buy property give me a break
I started fucking a stripper
The first day I think I had moved to LA
She was always bout her money
So more of a teammate and less of a bae
Wake up and take me a hike
Fly my Chicago bitch out for the night
I like my bitch with some motion
Don't like a lil bitch who not tryna get right
Proceed proceed

Elevated the game
That bitch just wanted a chain
Gave the lil bitch a fake name
Taught her some shit that might fuck up her brain
Taught her some shit that's gone get her a range
Looking like money gotta go the the range
Looking like money gotta work on that aim
Pealing off with the ceiling off
That boy just popped on but he can get it off
Taught they ass the game and they sneezed me
That shit cheesy



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Writer(s): Deandre Rutledge
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