Wtf!
Uh, what the fuck have I become?
Got no love he ain't gon put his hands on me i'll tell you what
If you can't see what it is then you can't tell what it was
And if you jumpin' in this bitch don't be afraid to show me love
Throw it up, too much cash it ain't gon touch the floor, uh
Pour it up, too much ash gon' have to pour another cup
Sober for what? She from Cali but she been to Florida
So what? Elevator in this bitch it's goin up
Uh, my vision was perfect before I was 20
Only accept fifty to a hunnid, I'on want no twenties
Bring all of them bands out that's an order
Don't fuck up the business, pop out, Roda's sodas
Heart got colder I need me some tenants
Do every single thing I tell you, she got ass
Blunt packed, security, don't know what to tell you
Don't distract me, been overworking, sorry
Work me out, push up with it now
Humble when I put you down, hear that sound?
Don't talk to me I'm drownin' out
She slid up, gon' slide down it's over now
She showed up n she showin' out it's goin down
This my city, stainless style, thumb to my pinky
I'm like no other, all of my brothers I'm bringin em with me
Uh, what the fuck have I become?
Got no love he ain't gon put his hands on me i'll tell you what
If you can't see what it is then you can't tell what it was
And if you jumpin' in this bitch don't be afraid to show me love
Throw it up, too much cash it ain't gon touch the floor, uh
Pour it up, too much ash gon' have to pour another cup
Sober for what? She from Cali but she been to Florida
So what? Elevator in this bitch it's goin up
Got no love he ain't gon put his hands on me i'll tell you what
If you can't see what it is then you can't tell what it was
And if you jumpin' in this bitch don't be afraid to show me love
Throw it up, too much cash it ain't gon touch the floor, uh
Pour it up, too much ash gon' have to pour another cup
Sober for what? She from Cali but she been to Florida
So what? Elevator in this bitch it's goin up
Uh, my vision was perfect before I was 20
Only accept fifty to a hunnid, I'on want no twenties
Bring all of them bands out that's an order
Don't fuck up the business, pop out, Roda's sodas
Heart got colder I need me some tenants
Do every single thing I tell you, she got ass
Blunt packed, security, don't know what to tell you
Don't distract me, been overworking, sorry
Work me out, push up with it now
Humble when I put you down, hear that sound?
Don't talk to me I'm drownin' out
She slid up, gon' slide down it's over now
She showed up n she showin' out it's goin down
This my city, stainless style, thumb to my pinky
I'm like no other, all of my brothers I'm bringin em with me
Uh, what the fuck have I become?
Got no love he ain't gon put his hands on me i'll tell you what
If you can't see what it is then you can't tell what it was
And if you jumpin' in this bitch don't be afraid to show me love
Throw it up, too much cash it ain't gon touch the floor, uh
Pour it up, too much ash gon' have to pour another cup
Sober for what? She from Cali but she been to Florida
So what? Elevator in this bitch it's goin up
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Writer(s): Makhi Hardie
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