Do Da Most
Make a nigga think I'm really in love he trippin'
Know I be fucking his credit up, pulling his card
I really be pushing his limit
Yes, he be fucking them broads
I don't even trip
I really can take all'em bitches
Gave him a pass, it broke him apart
I had him running back 'Shawn Lynching
Really move like Tubman all these niggas can't be saved
I like bad bitches, not good girls I ain't fucking with no saint
All these hoes claiming that love shit
I ain't fucking with it no thank you
This the last time that I'm fucking with you if you ever ask me for paper
I got that cash out and a thick bitch
I'm a master now got him quick whipped
Put him on the corner say "flip this"
I ain't there yet, but I'm big rich
Cause I got a couple of them scholarships
Way I make them send me my funding
I be the IT bitch, no clown shit
When I'm hustling ain't shit funny
You'll never play me out like no dummy
I catch a body get rid of that
I bag a group of them looking bummy
Taking out hearts ain't no filling that
I got that water on me like a sink running
Stay strapped up like mummy
I make a bitch flinch like a sneeze coming
I don't play about my money
I put the pussy on him it's runny
Cover his face up when he coming
I say, "I'm carrying all of these bitches with me,"
So don't lay me on my tummy
I don't count favors I count pockets
Tip of the glacier you can't stop it
He be the lying nigga, yeah the capital
So I'm stressing what's in your wallet?
Know I be fucking his credit up, pulling his card
I really be pushing his limit
Yes, he be fucking them broads
I don't even trip
I really can take all'em bitches
Gave him a pass, it broke him apart
I had him running back 'Shawn Lynching
Really move like Tubman all these niggas can't be saved
I like bad bitches, not good girls I ain't fucking with no saint
All these hoes claiming that love shit
I ain't fucking with it no thank you
This the last time that I'm fucking with you if you ever ask me for paper
I got that cash out and a thick bitch
I'm a master now got him quick whipped
Put him on the corner say "flip this"
I ain't there yet, but I'm big rich
Cause I got a couple of them scholarships
Way I make them send me my funding
I be the IT bitch, no clown shit
When I'm hustling ain't shit funny
You'll never play me out like no dummy
I catch a body get rid of that
I bag a group of them looking bummy
Taking out hearts ain't no filling that
I got that water on me like a sink running
Stay strapped up like mummy
I make a bitch flinch like a sneeze coming
I don't play about my money
I put the pussy on him it's runny
Cover his face up when he coming
I say, "I'm carrying all of these bitches with me,"
So don't lay me on my tummy
I don't count favors I count pockets
Tip of the glacier you can't stop it
He be the lying nigga, yeah the capital
So I'm stressing what's in your wallet?
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Writer(s): Kimayah Faye
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