what i did
Baby knows she could be there for the long haul
I got honeys singing down in my beat vault
I got baes dressing down with the sheets off
Got a hoe turnin up with the lights off
I never stop for need
Bitch she wanna fuck with me
Life keep blessing me
They not Checkin me
Push and pull
Push and pull
Why ya fight that
Got two hoes in the back and they want that
She gon know why I always wanna fuck that
Should of dipped for you and I know that
It's a blinker boo where the rose at
When I drink for you it's a playback
It's an anchor too and I knows that
Tried to play a fool and she wrote back
What you say I'll do if I snort that?
It's an ache you fool where the door at
Why I fuck wit you guess it's all known
Got my girl wit me and we so gone
I'm not hearing you this shits my song
Baby wanna fuck wit me but she know I can't stop
All my mind on the money I ain't ever sellin rocks
To my brothers down bad
Always fuckin in the Parkin spots
I got shit for you
To my brothers in the box
Kept far away behind doors and locks
Shits a money stop
Shits a cash grab
All my money on that bag
Hopped a plane gettin with the jet lag
Pants are sagged
Watch me cook in my new studio lab
Takin shots but that shit always tasting bad
Should of dipped for you and I know that
It's a blinker boo where the rose at
When I drink for you, it's a playback
It's an anchor too and I knows that
Tried to play a fool and she wrote back
I got honeys singing down in my beat vault
I got baes dressing down with the sheets off
Got a hoe turnin up with the lights off
I never stop for need
Bitch she wanna fuck with me
Life keep blessing me
They not Checkin me
Push and pull
Push and pull
Why ya fight that
Got two hoes in the back and they want that
She gon know why I always wanna fuck that
Should of dipped for you and I know that
It's a blinker boo where the rose at
When I drink for you it's a playback
It's an anchor too and I knows that
Tried to play a fool and she wrote back
What you say I'll do if I snort that?
It's an ache you fool where the door at
Why I fuck wit you guess it's all known
Got my girl wit me and we so gone
I'm not hearing you this shits my song
Baby wanna fuck wit me but she know I can't stop
All my mind on the money I ain't ever sellin rocks
To my brothers down bad
Always fuckin in the Parkin spots
I got shit for you
To my brothers in the box
Kept far away behind doors and locks
Shits a money stop
Shits a cash grab
All my money on that bag
Hopped a plane gettin with the jet lag
Pants are sagged
Watch me cook in my new studio lab
Takin shots but that shit always tasting bad
Should of dipped for you and I know that
It's a blinker boo where the rose at
When I drink for you, it's a playback
It's an anchor too and I knows that
Tried to play a fool and she wrote back
Credits
Writer(s): Sam Schmidt
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