She Picky

Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin', I live the life of the party
Niggas just talk just to talk, they got a big mouth but they money ain'ttall
How you even finna talk shit and you ain't got money, at all
Balenciaga on the kicks, to kill yo nigga it take one call
Rockin' the LV glasses while I got the G7 skirtin'
She said that she picky, but I bagged the bitch, that's another ten I'm bringing in
Five percent on the tint, you can't even see through the window, I blend
We put that nigga in a casket, we make his mother stay frownin'

I ain't never fucked with the bitch, we way too up, comin' in with the bands
She way too high, bitch geeked up, she stay trippin' on the percies again
I'm too high, I can't stop it, boy, this a SRT, ain't no Masi, yeah
Hold up my bitch boutta sell, this ho got mileage
Just left the bank, ain't made a deposit
No, I cannot stop, I'm in my mode
I'ma stack it up, I'ma get this dough
I'ma clap it up, she gon' drop it low
Shoulda known that I was gon' play you, ho
Got a whole lot more of you callin' my phone
Just dipped out Saks Fifth, I'm toting new shit
I got brand new shit on my wrist, brand new bitch, brand new all
We did that shit, it's whatever, I'm droppin' that hoe, I can do better
I couldn't give a damn about a single bitch, I don't know how y'all niggas do it

Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin', I live the life of the party
Niggas just talk just to talk, they got a big mouth but they money ain'ttall
How you even finna talk shit and you ain't got money, at all
Balenciaga on the kicks, to kill yo nigga it take one call
Rockin' the LV glasses while I got the G7 skirtin'
She said that she picky, but I bagged the bitch, that's another ten I'm bringing in
Five percent on the tint, you can't even see through the window, I blend
We put that nigga in a casket, we make his mother stay frownin'



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