Manifest

Know they so mad when you come up
I hop in the rarri don't say nun
Baguettes on my neck cost like 8 sum
Run up on me put you in the pavement
My baby a vibe so they hating
She a blessing that box be amazing
That pussy get wet like its raining
She know that she slaying

Run it up yeah I'm on one
Manifest what I want yeah
She want me cuz I'm more fun
Live my life I get more love
Run it up I get more bucks
Life a game I just win it all
Imma ball imma never fall
He a lame he don't want it all

This shit will kill you
Lil boy I'm making them milly them racks
I'm making these millions and I hit that lil bih from the back
This shit will kill you
It don't make no sense when you making these racks
I'm making these millions and I fuck that lil bitch in the packs
Lets just say she came for war like the she came from the raq
She feel my pain beat on the pussy and I hit from the back
Reggie he came with the bag came came with racks he just want head and dip fast
Reggie he came with the cash the pussy he cap you know he came with the racks

Run it up yeah I'm on one
Manifest what I want yeah
She want me cuz I'm more fun
Live my life I get more love
Run it up I get more bucks
Life a game I just win it all
Imma ball imma never fall
He a lame he don't want it all



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Writer(s): Reggie Mills
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