Don't Ask

Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Bae don't ask who I'm with today, I'm with the skii's

Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Bae don't ask who I'm with today, I'm with the skii's
Oh, I forgot to mention, and I'm with the fiends
Like, my double cup, she think I look good in pink
Clean ass nigga, baby I can't be your stink
Bro might keep on trapping, trying to fill up the brinks
I'm a want to be Rod Wave, trying to die in cuban links
She know I'm obsessed with her brain, but hate when she overthink
I might turn her to Mariah, baby can you sing

Can't bring my money counter on the road, I brought my bitch
Don't know how long I'm out the city, fuck it bring two fits
Give this rap shit a year or two, I might call it quits
Got some major plays back in the trenches, we don't got to trip
I just want to know, how you cool with being broke
Promise we don't rat, but about my cheese I do the most
Price high in the city, tell bro link it for the low
Ain't signed to slaughter gang, but I'm riding with big smoke
If I make it, only right I go and spend it
Don't believe me ask my accountant she been working magic
Swear to god, dropped six-thousand at the dentist
What else you want to know, only taking two more questions

Bae don't ask who I'm with today, I'm with the skii's
Oh, I forgot to mention, and I'm with the fiends
Like, my double cup, she think I look good in pink
Clean ass nigga, baby I can't be your stink
Bro might keep on trapping, trying to fill up the brinks
I'm a want to be Rod Wave, trying to die in cuban links
She know I'm obsessed with her brain, but hate when she overthink
I might turn her to Mariah, baby can you sing



Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Darrell
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