SEEN
Let's get it, let's go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
Head so good it gave me an epiphany
Swallowed my children but she wasn't kidding, G
Niggas calling me broke is you kidding me?
What you sayin' nigga you my enemy?
I can never lose, let these women choose
I can't help it that these women into me
And I got that nigga sick to his stomach
Cause I put that dick up in her kidney!
Where yo racks at? I got plenty
Niggas hatin' it be sickening!
Nigga started with me like Chris Rock
Got the Smith-and on me so i'm finishing (hey!)
Can't count that money no more
Put it on the scale that bitch gon' weigh
You an obstacle, got a choppa full, bet it get you out the way
It's funny cause she used to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed
It's funny cause she used to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed
It's funny cause they used to play with him, now that boy gettin' paid
Niggas hatin' for free, they pay me a fee
Every time a post gets made
Step out the crib, these hoes get cray
I'm runnin' to cash, they runnin' to me
I'n gettin' this bag, it's something to see
Ain't textin' her back, I leave her on seen
Way too many racks, they buss out my jeans
That pistol play tag, it made that boy freeze
Niggas throwin' salt, it made the boy sneeze
Never goin' sad, I fuck her with ease
Never really had, niggas really mad
I been in my bag like wallet & keys
Finna take my ass to the mall & spazz
Ain't no point in stashin' all of this cheese
Bitch i'm on my grind, i been feelin' rad
Dunkin on they ass, i'm ballin' in jeans
You ain't talkin' bread? Ain't talkin' to me
You ain't givin' head? I'm not givin' D
Yo grand mama love me she 'bout 70
She gon' make sure I eat
Ya boy been copying me, where's your I.D.?
I don't wanna tap twice, this not IG (hey)
Can't count that money no more
Put it on the scale that bitch gon' weigh
You an obstacle, got a choppa full, bet it get you out the way
It's funny cause she used to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed
It's funny cause she used to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed
It's funny cause they used to play with him, now that boy gettin' paid
Niggas hatin' for free, they pay me a fee
Every time a post gets made
Step out the crib, these hoes get cray
I'm runnin' to cash, they runnin' to me
I'n gettin' this bag, it's something to see
Ain't textin' her back, I leave her on seen
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
Head so good it gave me an epiphany
Swallowed my children but she wasn't kidding, G
Niggas calling me broke is you kidding me?
What you sayin' nigga you my enemy?
I can never lose, let these women choose
I can't help it that these women into me
And I got that nigga sick to his stomach
Cause I put that dick up in her kidney!
Where yo racks at? I got plenty
Niggas hatin' it be sickening!
Nigga started with me like Chris Rock
Got the Smith-and on me so i'm finishing (hey!)
Can't count that money no more
Put it on the scale that bitch gon' weigh
You an obstacle, got a choppa full, bet it get you out the way
It's funny cause she used to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed
It's funny cause she used to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed
It's funny cause they used to play with him, now that boy gettin' paid
Niggas hatin' for free, they pay me a fee
Every time a post gets made
Step out the crib, these hoes get cray
I'm runnin' to cash, they runnin' to me
I'n gettin' this bag, it's something to see
Ain't textin' her back, I leave her on seen
Way too many racks, they buss out my jeans
That pistol play tag, it made that boy freeze
Niggas throwin' salt, it made the boy sneeze
Never goin' sad, I fuck her with ease
Never really had, niggas really mad
I been in my bag like wallet & keys
Finna take my ass to the mall & spazz
Ain't no point in stashin' all of this cheese
Bitch i'm on my grind, i been feelin' rad
Dunkin on they ass, i'm ballin' in jeans
You ain't talkin' bread? Ain't talkin' to me
You ain't givin' head? I'm not givin' D
Yo grand mama love me she 'bout 70
She gon' make sure I eat
Ya boy been copying me, where's your I.D.?
I don't wanna tap twice, this not IG (hey)
Can't count that money no more
Put it on the scale that bitch gon' weigh
You an obstacle, got a choppa full, bet it get you out the way
It's funny cause she used to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed
It's funny cause she used to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed
It's funny cause they used to play with him, now that boy gettin' paid
Niggas hatin' for free, they pay me a fee
Every time a post gets made
Step out the crib, these hoes get cray
I'm runnin' to cash, they runnin' to me
I'n gettin' this bag, it's something to see
Ain't textin' her back, I leave her on seen
Credits
Writer(s): Mathieu Joel Muyumba, Javier Mercado, Mamaev Vladislav
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