GOODBYE
That bitch wasn't worthy of me
Yeah I'm sipping the hen see like thirty of me
Yeah I'm calling the plug give him thirty for weed
Yeah I'm crossed in my jam man the love what I need
Shawty was tripping she moving off speed
She want money and sex man that's not guaranteed
Tell her goodbye hope that she still succeed
She ain't fucking wit me for the life that I need
She want Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada
I just want money I'm counting the guala
Member them days when I just was a balla
Now I'll never go broke never under a dollar
STE shit yeah I'm stacking them commas
I'm the goat of this shit Brodie tote him a llama
Blowing the world like a bomb no osama
No time for no girl all they bringing is drama and sex bitch
I don't want sex I need checks bitch
Really got time for no stress bitch
Never just settle for less bitch
We down in Dover we hitting them bets
I saw lil pretty joint thick in a dress
She said she got a nigga said I can careless
She know that she feeling me gave me her name and address uh
Now she really outta control
Smoking this weed so high shit taking a toll
Like how she slide down the pole
Never unfocused cause money always been the goal
Tryna get rich so I flex with the bro's
Trust none these bitches I know they gone go
Get me some bands while I'm doing these shows
Girl all white but she cold like the snow
Feeling like drake in the six with my woes
Get on a beat man you know imma flow
Give me the Glock squeeze the trigger it blow
Marr on the beat to the top imma go
Give bro the Glock and I know it's gone roll
Compact hit him it's taking his soul
Smoke out the jay I don't fuck with the bowl
Making this money I got me a goal
Twelve they be tipping they stay on patrol
Internet niggas you know they be trolls
Bitches they freaky she go down the pole
Fuck from the back put my thumb in her hole
That bitch wasn't worthy of me
Yeah I'm sipping the hen see like thirty of me
Yeah I'm calling the plug give him thirty for weed
Yeah I'm crossed in my jam man the love what I need
Shawty was tripping she moving off speed
She want money and sex man that's not guaranteed
Tell her goodbye hope that she still succeed
She ain't fucking wit me for the life that I need
That bitch wasn't worthy of me
Yeah I'm sipping the hen see like thirty of me
Yeah I'm calling the plug give him thirty for weed
Yeah I'm crossed in my jam man the love what I need
Shawty was tripping she moving off speed
She want money and sex man that's not guaranteed
Tell her goodbye hope that she still succeed
She ain't fucking wit me for the life that I need
Yeah I'm sipping the hen see like thirty of me
Yeah I'm calling the plug give him thirty for weed
Yeah I'm crossed in my jam man the love what I need
Shawty was tripping she moving off speed
She want money and sex man that's not guaranteed
Tell her goodbye hope that she still succeed
She ain't fucking wit me for the life that I need
She want Gucci, Louie, Fendi, Prada
I just want money I'm counting the guala
Member them days when I just was a balla
Now I'll never go broke never under a dollar
STE shit yeah I'm stacking them commas
I'm the goat of this shit Brodie tote him a llama
Blowing the world like a bomb no osama
No time for no girl all they bringing is drama and sex bitch
I don't want sex I need checks bitch
Really got time for no stress bitch
Never just settle for less bitch
We down in Dover we hitting them bets
I saw lil pretty joint thick in a dress
She said she got a nigga said I can careless
She know that she feeling me gave me her name and address uh
Now she really outta control
Smoking this weed so high shit taking a toll
Like how she slide down the pole
Never unfocused cause money always been the goal
Tryna get rich so I flex with the bro's
Trust none these bitches I know they gone go
Get me some bands while I'm doing these shows
Girl all white but she cold like the snow
Feeling like drake in the six with my woes
Get on a beat man you know imma flow
Give me the Glock squeeze the trigger it blow
Marr on the beat to the top imma go
Give bro the Glock and I know it's gone roll
Compact hit him it's taking his soul
Smoke out the jay I don't fuck with the bowl
Making this money I got me a goal
Twelve they be tipping they stay on patrol
Internet niggas you know they be trolls
Bitches they freaky she go down the pole
Fuck from the back put my thumb in her hole
That bitch wasn't worthy of me
Yeah I'm sipping the hen see like thirty of me
Yeah I'm calling the plug give him thirty for weed
Yeah I'm crossed in my jam man the love what I need
Shawty was tripping she moving off speed
She want money and sex man that's not guaranteed
Tell her goodbye hope that she still succeed
She ain't fucking wit me for the life that I need
That bitch wasn't worthy of me
Yeah I'm sipping the hen see like thirty of me
Yeah I'm calling the plug give him thirty for weed
Yeah I'm crossed in my jam man the love what I need
Shawty was tripping she moving off speed
She want money and sex man that's not guaranteed
Tell her goodbye hope that she still succeed
She ain't fucking wit me for the life that I need
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Writer(s): Remar Reid-johnson
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