Different

You ain't never met a nigga like me
I'm bagging 10s but Im pulling from the 3
Hit the gas I ain't worried bout no E

I don't gotta rizz I'm looking real flee
Busted down Cuban link they come to me
That's why she walk to you but then run to me

It's all a game treat this shit like bron
Put my baby mama in that st Laurent
No more window shopping you get what you want
I'm the real deal I don't need to front

I'm way to wavyyy
Don't try to play me
Just pack your bags
Don't even blame me
I'm Lion in jungle
Baby you can't tame me
She Tried to take my heart
She Tried to re range me

I could read yo mind and yo lips
I could break yo spine and yo hips
No five star just pizza and chips
Hit my jewelr and we looking like a lick
Now I got hoes all up on my tip
But i feel like it's all counterfeit
They just wanna slide just to benefit

I'm not folding tho I'm too happy
You better come correct no more sassy
No more dirty money from the trapping
No more words without any actions
No more dates without satisfaction
If I didn't see it then I know it didn't happen
Tryna find the leeches tryna latch to subtract em

It's all action no capping
She like the singing she like the rappin
5 star steak she gon get me a napkin
She the donuts
And I am the baskins
And together we just gon make it happen



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Hodges
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