Sticks and Stones

Since y'all talkin' bout cash, I want it long
Laughin' to the bank, my favorite song I love it when she put that coochie in my favorite thong
And them purple panties real seductive what she on
I'm busy gettin' to it, I can't even pick
up the phone
It's me and my baby, I'll never be alone
You know I get it in, then I get it gone Baby, I can't stop, that's what they want
Ima lone wolf, I'm by myself, I'll be alone
I just pass by Jupiter, I'm higher than a
drone
If you gon' be with me, right, be there when I'm wrong
Had a lot of snakes in the room
We had to get em gone
You're not a real boss if you don't put your people on
Focus like on Adderall, when I'm just in the zone
people claim they real and then intentions be unknown

If you ain't talkin' money, then stop playin on my phone
2 a.m. or 6 a.m., we gon' make another song
The way I'm blowin' fire, I might need a microphone
After the moneyon in, then you'll see me get gone

I'll never ask for help unless you wanna put me on
Sticks and stones, all break bones
We get moneyon on our day of at home
Perpetrating niggas 12 like Sherlock Holmes
She Pulled her coochie out and started playin' with it like we at home
Roll it, then I smoke it till it's gone

Get that moneyon in then drive it home
Love the way she lickin' on the nigga like a ice cream cone
And you know I like it nasty, suck that dick until it's gone
(Gotta love a eater)
Sticks and stones, I'll break bones
I'm gon' stack it till it's known

If it ain't bout money, then we can't hang homes
If I roll it up, then they gon' burn it until it's gone
People say they real and then intentions be unknown
Don't trust nobody baby



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Writer(s): Christopher Walton
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