diddy crop

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

I crop a nigga out like diddy
Ballin', and one
He text me, "I'm in your city"
I said, "Have fun"
He not shit but he real pretty
So I act dumb
He tryna go 50-50
But fuck fractions

He sending me messages (yeah)
He tryna bless a bitch (yeah)
He saying I'm heaven sent (yeah)
I got him on ten and shit (yeah)
I told him I'm celibate (yeah)
He said I ain't selling it (yeah)
I mean he ain't buyin it (yeah)
Now he tryna buy and shit (yeah)

I crop a nigga out like diddy
Ballin', and one
He text me, "I'm in your city"
I said, "Have fun"
He not shit but he real pretty
So I act dumb
He tryna go 50-50
But fuck fractions

I don't need it, you can keep it
I don't read it, I dеlete it
He try and bеat it, I'm like beat it
And I mean it, now he feelin'
I smell like money, so imagine how I taste
He can't tell what's prettier, my music or my face

I crop a nigga out like diddy
Ballin', and one
He text me, "I'm in your city"
I said, "Have fun"
He not shit but he real pretty
So I act dumb
He tryna go 50-50
But fuck fractions

I crop a nigga out like diddy
Ballin', and one
He text me, "I'm in your city"
I said, "Have fun"
He not shit but he real pretty
So I act dumb
He tryna go 50-50
But fuck fractions