Wwyg
Got my money up
I don't give no fucks
Got my 40 tucked
Yeah I've had enough
Yeah, yeah
I'm on the right time
Pockets feel sublime
Bad bitch she a dime
Watch where you're going
Ice so cold like I'm Frozone
Make that bitch
Wanna give me dome
Bitch stop looking at what I got
Yeah put you on the spot
On my wrist a
Richard mille watch
Yeah, what you got
Yeah, what you got
Lil' bitch wanna drop it hot
Lil' bitch wanna give me top
Yeah, yeah
Fill my pockets up
Baby got a bubble butt
Yeah you got no luck
I just want a quick fuck
Yeah, uh
I'ma fuck it up
Yeah, uh
I don't want no love, no love
I'ma leave that bitch on read
Fucking with the be-bop
Yeah you dead
Yeah I'll swerve my car instead
Calling your phone up
Yeah give me head
Bitch, thought I was dead
Gone off my meds
Bitch I'm psycho
Got a white vest
Lost in my head, bitch I'm crazy
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah (yeah)
Woah, woah (yeah)
Woah (yeah)
Woah, woah (yeah)
Woah
Fill my pockets up with the guap
Taking my racks to the bank
Fill my double cup to the top
Vision blurry I think
Fuck around, get hit in the flank
Turn around, got a big bank
Showing out
Don't care what you think
Showing out
Don't fuck if it stank
Sometimes I waste my time
But I know my money climb
Sometimes I cloud my mind
If you wanna fuck
Yeah, stand in line
Fill that bitch with henny
She so freaky
But I don't let her waste my time
Fucking on her friends
In the meantime
Yeah you're on my time
On my dime (Oh)
It's that simple
Yeah I'm sucking on her nipples
Checking my clock
Don't waste my time
Look at my phone
She telling lies
Can't tell if she
With the other guy
But fuck it, I'm up to something
Look at the sky
Yeah praying to God
Wishing for racks
To put on my arms
Bitch think she
Can prove me wrong
But I'm on top my racks real long
Burning paper
No one left, no one can save her
Yeah I might erase her
I can replace her
Louis bounce off like a laser
Shooting that Glock like a phaser
Putting bags in the counter
Got my money up
I don't give no fucks
Got my 40 tucked
Yeah I've had enough
Yeah, yeah
I'm on the right time
Pockets feel sublime
Bad bitch she a dime
Watch, where you're going
Ice so cold like I'm Frozone
Make that bitch
Wanna give me dome
Bitch stop looking at what I got
Yeah put you on the spot
On my wrist a
Richard mille watch
Yeah, what you got
I don't give no fucks
Got my 40 tucked
Yeah I've had enough
Yeah, yeah
I'm on the right time
Pockets feel sublime
Bad bitch she a dime
Watch where you're going
Ice so cold like I'm Frozone
Make that bitch
Wanna give me dome
Bitch stop looking at what I got
Yeah put you on the spot
On my wrist a
Richard mille watch
Yeah, what you got
Yeah, what you got
Lil' bitch wanna drop it hot
Lil' bitch wanna give me top
Yeah, yeah
Fill my pockets up
Baby got a bubble butt
Yeah you got no luck
I just want a quick fuck
Yeah, uh
I'ma fuck it up
Yeah, uh
I don't want no love, no love
I'ma leave that bitch on read
Fucking with the be-bop
Yeah you dead
Yeah I'll swerve my car instead
Calling your phone up
Yeah give me head
Bitch, thought I was dead
Gone off my meds
Bitch I'm psycho
Got a white vest
Lost in my head, bitch I'm crazy
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah (yeah)
Woah, woah (yeah)
Woah (yeah)
Woah, woah (yeah)
Woah
Fill my pockets up with the guap
Taking my racks to the bank
Fill my double cup to the top
Vision blurry I think
Fuck around, get hit in the flank
Turn around, got a big bank
Showing out
Don't care what you think
Showing out
Don't fuck if it stank
Sometimes I waste my time
But I know my money climb
Sometimes I cloud my mind
If you wanna fuck
Yeah, stand in line
Fill that bitch with henny
She so freaky
But I don't let her waste my time
Fucking on her friends
In the meantime
Yeah you're on my time
On my dime (Oh)
It's that simple
Yeah I'm sucking on her nipples
Checking my clock
Don't waste my time
Look at my phone
She telling lies
Can't tell if she
With the other guy
But fuck it, I'm up to something
Look at the sky
Yeah praying to God
Wishing for racks
To put on my arms
Bitch think she
Can prove me wrong
But I'm on top my racks real long
Burning paper
No one left, no one can save her
Yeah I might erase her
I can replace her
Louis bounce off like a laser
Shooting that Glock like a phaser
Putting bags in the counter
Got my money up
I don't give no fucks
Got my 40 tucked
Yeah I've had enough
Yeah, yeah
I'm on the right time
Pockets feel sublime
Bad bitch she a dime
Watch, where you're going
Ice so cold like I'm Frozone
Make that bitch
Wanna give me dome
Bitch stop looking at what I got
Yeah put you on the spot
On my wrist a
Richard mille watch
Yeah, what you got
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Writer(s): Nathan Spear
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