Maybe (feat. TDB Sinbad & PantherDaPlugg)
Sooner than later baby
I'mma pull up in Mercedes
I call to fuck but she think that we datin
Don't give a fuck how I'm feelin lately
Wait maybe
I am a cancer I want multiple ladies
Say baby
She is a dancer but I told her to pay me
I hit from the back n she lovin me so
Her mans stay callin she left him on ghost
She not my girl n I told her tho
I got plenty like her thought she knows
Peach cheeks I'm clappin those
Freak in the sheets I'm lovin a hoe
Keepin it cool while I'm wipin a nose
It's win not lose I'm learnin more
They say that it's luck but I do it with a passion
Arabian vibe somethin like Aladdin
Smack yo noggin I don't do no actin
They hate that it's us but can't stop our actions
Wavy dark hair a real Syrian I'm handsome
Rent a Rolls Royce I'm up in the phantom
Flexin so hard I know you can't fathom
Don't be talkin crazy I'll take you for ransom
Business or pleasure I never be sour
I can get bitches there by the hour
Wide open like a great white she devour
She give me brain that knowledge n power
She lost in my diamonds lowkey I drowned her
Only loud she smokin we got a1 flower
Arabian racks n the gold money counter
Seattle in the field I ainn't talkin bout the Sounders
Exotic Kush what I stuff in blunt
Exotic bitch n she got a fat but
Exotic whip n this shit fast as fuck
Exotic lifestyle I can't make it up
Smokin the weed out the blunt spark it up
Poppin a molly a bean charge it up
Used to be broke ridin round in a hooptie
Now I'm flexed up in a new Bentley truck
Smokin the weed in my zone
Told that bitch leave me alone
I got a freak on the phone
She beggin me for some more
Most of you niggas come clones
Most of you niggas some jokes
Most of you nigga so broke
Fumble the bag you gone choke
Run up the racks we just gettin the money
Whippin the coupe it came fresh off the lot
Used to be broke now my bank account jumpin
All thes zeros I be countin a lot
Gotta move careful so I do not fumble
Make the right moves got to keep shit on lock
Had to fall back but now I'm up to somethin
I had to stay down till I came out on top
How I blew up I had these niggas shocked
Make the wrong move boy you goin to get rocked
Turbo the coupe now that shit start to kick in
Hop in the space ship n then I blast off
I'm so high bitch I landed on Mars
I'm outer space all I'm seein is stars
Whippin the foreigns n new fancy cars
I'm spittin facts nigga these is not bars
I'mma pull up in Mercedes
I call to fuck but she think that we datin
Don't give a fuck how I'm feelin lately
Wait maybe
I am a cancer I want multiple ladies
Say baby
She is a dancer but I told her to pay me
I hit from the back n she lovin me so
Her mans stay callin she left him on ghost
She not my girl n I told her tho
I got plenty like her thought she knows
Peach cheeks I'm clappin those
Freak in the sheets I'm lovin a hoe
Keepin it cool while I'm wipin a nose
It's win not lose I'm learnin more
They say that it's luck but I do it with a passion
Arabian vibe somethin like Aladdin
Smack yo noggin I don't do no actin
They hate that it's us but can't stop our actions
Wavy dark hair a real Syrian I'm handsome
Rent a Rolls Royce I'm up in the phantom
Flexin so hard I know you can't fathom
Don't be talkin crazy I'll take you for ransom
Business or pleasure I never be sour
I can get bitches there by the hour
Wide open like a great white she devour
She give me brain that knowledge n power
She lost in my diamonds lowkey I drowned her
Only loud she smokin we got a1 flower
Arabian racks n the gold money counter
Seattle in the field I ainn't talkin bout the Sounders
Exotic Kush what I stuff in blunt
Exotic bitch n she got a fat but
Exotic whip n this shit fast as fuck
Exotic lifestyle I can't make it up
Smokin the weed out the blunt spark it up
Poppin a molly a bean charge it up
Used to be broke ridin round in a hooptie
Now I'm flexed up in a new Bentley truck
Smokin the weed in my zone
Told that bitch leave me alone
I got a freak on the phone
She beggin me for some more
Most of you niggas come clones
Most of you niggas some jokes
Most of you nigga so broke
Fumble the bag you gone choke
Run up the racks we just gettin the money
Whippin the coupe it came fresh off the lot
Used to be broke now my bank account jumpin
All thes zeros I be countin a lot
Gotta move careful so I do not fumble
Make the right moves got to keep shit on lock
Had to fall back but now I'm up to somethin
I had to stay down till I came out on top
How I blew up I had these niggas shocked
Make the wrong move boy you goin to get rocked
Turbo the coupe now that shit start to kick in
Hop in the space ship n then I blast off
I'm so high bitch I landed on Mars
I'm outer space all I'm seein is stars
Whippin the foreigns n new fancy cars
I'm spittin facts nigga these is not bars
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Writer(s): T B
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