Lost N Found

Picture that shit nigga, year or two From now, where we'd be at
Shit crazy, shit ain't like the old days, Shit changing, shit been different
Niggas change, bitches change, we Prevail, but we still prevail, yeah, oh Yeah, uh
I been stashing all this cash inside my Prada jeans, yeah, I just pulled up on Your bitch

She say she proud of me, whoa, just Talked to my last hoe, she say she Mad at me, yeah
I can't relapse on my last hoe, got Hella green, whoa, I can't relapse on A bad hoe
Got hella bitches, Pile that cash, got Hella riches, got hella blues inside my Britches
Bitch, it's time to run it up, bitch, I'm Stacking up, I can't fall down, yeah, Collect all these

Garments, flyest round town, I won't Never tarnish, I won't let down, no, I Won't ever
Rust, (hell naa) yeah, they already Know the flyest round town, this luh Hoe she suck up on my dick
She do not lag, I stay sticked up in a Stolo, keep it with me, do not lack, And my whip
Is all yellow, but the rims is all black, And my bitch step In stilettos, Catholic

She rock all black, whoa, in my Pockets its heavy metal, its against My religion if I lack, yeah this
Swag is what you lack, I take your Bitch and bend her back, and this Cash is what I stack
I spend a bag and get it back, and Your bitch, you can't get back, got Hella hoes, I keep
A stash, yeah, I been stashing all this Cash inside my Prada jeans, let's go, I Just pulled

Up on your bitch, she say she proud Of me, whoa, just talked to my last Hoe, she say she
Mad at me, I can't relapse on my last Hoe, got hella green, I can't relapse On my last
Swear it won't last, if you ain't Talking boutta bag, swear she got Some ass, she
Take that ass and throw it back, I Keep rounds with me, soon she Throw that ass, I'm clapping

Back, keep a pound with me, keep My dogs with me, we like a pound, if It go down, I know
They around with me, the lost and Found with me, she was lost then Found with me



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Writer(s): Matthew Stephen Davis
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