Outer Space (feat. Live E)

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GYB, poppin' shit
100K ENT

Yea, yea, yea, yea, bitch, bitch
Coupe outer space, Maison Margiela, my taste
7000 for my face, keepin' a hundred rounds up in the drake
Party, we party damn near every day, hella mo money, chillin' in the safe
I keep that cash like a walkin' bank, thinkin' bout' takin' my hoe no way
Think that you poppin', we gon' show em how to stop it
Keepin' that fire like a rocket, sparks get to flyin', bottles start to pop'n
All of these hoes grabbin' on my fleece, hoes just want cash, I can give you knowledge
Hoes gotta pay tuition like it's college, if they got ass tell them bitches pop it
Coupe out of space, Maison Margiela, my taste
7000 for my face, keepin' a hundred rounds up in the drake
Party, we party damn near every day, hella mo money, chillin' in the safe
I keep that cash like a walkin' bank, thinkin' bout' takin' my hoe no way

Drop the deposit, I just go shop in my closet
Four pockets full, where's the wallet
Dude, this shit never needed a stylist
She got ass like Megan, for that dick she be beggin
When she call, i just drop it off
Pull out that dick and she mop it off
Shut up, lil' bitch, we don't talk at all
I ball like Derrick, but she won't get a Rose
Been crossed many times, I ain't got no watch on my wrist
I can't keep up with time and I swear she ain't mine
Drop your location, put that ass in rotation
Swear every time we fuck, she whines

Coupe out of space, Maison Margiela, my taste
7000 for my face, keepin' a hundred rounds up in the drake
Party, we party damn near every day, hella mo money, chillin' in the safe
I keep that cash like a walkin' bank, thinkin' bout' takin' my hoe no way
Thinkin' bout' takin' my hoe no way



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Writer(s): Jacorian Griffin
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