Sexyy Red
Come up in this bitch, I'm on shit ready pop 'em
I been in this shit for a minute, ask my potna
I fuck with a bitch that come with hella problems
I fuck with this bitch, make this bitch a baby momma
Nigga try this shit it's off the glass, Iguodala
On my hooping shit I was on they ass, Dame Dolla
I ain't have no bread so now I value every dollar
Now I got more bread than every damn name-caller
They like where the swag from? I told 'em it's my momma
This a runway hoe I need Balenciaga condoms
I don't be around these hoes I'd rather be around some fucking dollars
I be lying to these hoes, I tell the truth it bring drama
It bring drama, it bring dollars, it bring bread
I get me some followers, might fuck on Sexy Red
I'm tryna get my commas up, might leave my bitch on read
That lil hoe wanna holla at us, ain't tripping bout what they said
I might tat Most Wanted on my motherfucking leg
Ever since Pop Warner knew a nigga be on Jets
I been tryna get money I ain't tripping bout no sex
But she ain't come for nothing put her legs behind her head
I don't fuck at home, I got racks behind the bed
I don't put it on, that's some shit they ain't never said
I got to let her go, too many bitches on my ass
I can get it gone, niggas buying Sosa gas
This the Final Four, Pg Sosa been advanced
I been stuffing dope in these all black pants
I got niggas' hoes pulling up shaking ass
Niggas seen Sosa pull up now they mad
I been in this shit for a minute, ask my potna
I fuck with a bitch that come with hella problems
I fuck with this bitch, make this bitch a baby momma
Nigga try this shit it's off the glass, Iguodala
On my hooping shit I was on they ass, Dame Dolla
I ain't have no bread so now I value every dollar
Now I got more bread than every damn name-caller
They like where the swag from? I told 'em it's my momma
This a runway hoe I need Balenciaga condoms
I don't be around these hoes I'd rather be around some fucking dollars
I be lying to these hoes, I tell the truth it bring drama
It bring drama, it bring dollars, it bring bread
I get me some followers, might fuck on Sexy Red
I'm tryna get my commas up, might leave my bitch on read
That lil hoe wanna holla at us, ain't tripping bout what they said
I might tat Most Wanted on my motherfucking leg
Ever since Pop Warner knew a nigga be on Jets
I been tryna get money I ain't tripping bout no sex
But she ain't come for nothing put her legs behind her head
I don't fuck at home, I got racks behind the bed
I don't put it on, that's some shit they ain't never said
I got to let her go, too many bitches on my ass
I can get it gone, niggas buying Sosa gas
This the Final Four, Pg Sosa been advanced
I been stuffing dope in these all black pants
I got niggas' hoes pulling up shaking ass
Niggas seen Sosa pull up now they mad
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Writer(s): Adrien Jackson
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