Ain't Goin For That

They lurking on my page, I watch my money pile
Draco got viagra, got a hunnid rounds
Huh, we did it
RAM!
I'ma run up a check in a hurry
Niggas beggin' that shit really irking
She went & wrote her number on a napkin
Fuck it, I still did her dirty
I'm posted right up in the deli
My son'll shoot him, Steph Curry
They tryna count me out early
I piss ton of haters, I might need a jersey

I go get it in when I'm up in the morning
She know I got stamina, Ram is too horny
No I ain't injured, but I'm hitting tour
I might stop in France still say bonjour
She want me to trick, I ain't going for that
Told a bitch go surfing, she went overboard
Ock know I got some in store
That's word too I'm from New York
(Let's go then)

It don't matter the day
It don't matter the week or the month
I'ma hop in a Maybach
Wanna go to Milan, now I'm up no alarm
Ion owe you none, this payback
Ion mean my lawn, RR can't front
Yo bitch gone, I'll take that
R-running back, I really hang with Lapse
Suicide doors & I ain't break a sweat

I done really came far ask whoever
She mad, can't fit in my schedule (yeah!)
If she wanna go, I'ma let her
Yeen ride, can't get no pedals (yeah!)
No I'm not calling back
Kodak, in all in black
Stepper, walker like Kemba
I cannot give her all I got, maybe a autograph
All that sign shit don't matter

Back with a brand new flow
With a brand new whip
With a brand new hoe
SRT, that's me in a Jeep
Go ahead, add it up
Bout to grand on my clothes
Tip my V when I move in the streets (skrt)
Ram with a Z, gotta chrome my heart (R-Ram)
Got blue cheese, but I got my green
D-double R, double R, count my dubs
(I know)

They want me to fold
I ain't even close
She want me to go
Gotta hit the road
All I really know
Can't stay long
Hop in a coupe, you can't backdoor
I got me some dough, but I want some more
I ain't on stage, I ain't gotta show
Get him a cast I know he broke
Palm Angels on me more than a pope

I know I got em pissed, gotta keep my blick
Yeah 4th of July, I'ma pop my shit
Audemar my wrist, on top my list
Only me and my sis, I'm not yo twin
I'm really one of one
Add it up, RR
Niggas they know I'm a triple threat
Push through pain, split in the paint
You cannot get in the Cullinan

I'ma run up a check in a hurry
Niggas beggin', that shit really irkin
She went & wrote her number on a napkin
Fuck it, I still did her dirty
I'm posted right up in the deli
My son'll shoot him, Steph Curry
They tryna count me out early
I piss ton of haters, I might need a jersey

She went & wrote her number on a napkin
Fuck it, I still did her dirty

(Still did her dirty, still did her dirty)

They tryna count me out early
I piss ton of haters, I might need a jersey

(Might need a jersey, might need a jersey)

She want me to trick, I ain't goin' for that
Told a bitch go surfing, she went overboard

(She went overboard, she went overboard)

Ock know I got some in store
That's word too I'm from New York

(Let's go then)



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Writer(s): Ramse Cuello
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