Constellation
Hold on, hold on
Uh uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Uh uh uh uh uh
That boy talking tuff, send em to the stars, a constellation
I just want my money, little bitch I want my compensation
And I got a girl I don't need no thot, no conversation
Yuh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let's go
Bitch I'm like Lebron, I might ball a little
If I see them shots pop, I won't be in the middle
Bitch my bars is so clever, it's like you solving up a riddle
Bitch my diamonds shining like a rainbow, looking like a skittle
She got them two-toned lips that be good for sucking dick
I got .40 on my waist, Balenciaga my hip
Bitch I'm one of one, I can't leave my house without a gun, I got bitches having fun
I won't kick them out the crib
If I'm eating then my friends eating, they don't need a bib
I got bitches calling dibs, uh uh, on me
I can't even leave my house, until I spark up some tree
Bitch I'm one of one, when it comes to me you can compete, you can't even get a feat
I got hoes on hoes on hoes, obsessing over me
Yuh, yuh
Bitch it's 3AM and you know I'm hanging with the killers
I got fans all in my comments, and they like all my pictures
I got bitches trying to flirt, I ain't buying you no dinner
Uh uh uh uh uh
That boy talking tuff, send em to the stars, a constellation
I just want my money, little bitch I want my compensation
And I got a girl I don't need no thot, no conversation
Yuh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Uh uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Uh uh uh uh uh
That boy talking tuff, send em to the stars, a constellation
I just want my money, little bitch I want my compensation
And I got a girl I don't need no thot, no conversation
Yuh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let's go
Bitch I'm like Lebron, I might ball a little
If I see them shots pop, I won't be in the middle
Bitch my bars is so clever, it's like you solving up a riddle
Bitch my diamonds shining like a rainbow, looking like a skittle
She got them two-toned lips that be good for sucking dick
I got .40 on my waist, Balenciaga my hip
Bitch I'm one of one, I can't leave my house without a gun, I got bitches having fun
I won't kick them out the crib
If I'm eating then my friends eating, they don't need a bib
I got bitches calling dibs, uh uh, on me
I can't even leave my house, until I spark up some tree
Bitch I'm one of one, when it comes to me you can compete, you can't even get a feat
I got hoes on hoes on hoes, obsessing over me
Yuh, yuh
Bitch it's 3AM and you know I'm hanging with the killers
I got fans all in my comments, and they like all my pictures
I got bitches trying to flirt, I ain't buying you no dinner
Uh uh uh uh uh
That boy talking tuff, send em to the stars, a constellation
I just want my money, little bitch I want my compensation
And I got a girl I don't need no thot, no conversation
Yuh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Marcos Rios
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