Company
It's a Wayne beat
She ain't gon stop calling
This mothafucka phone
I promise you that
Fuck the fire,
We got Grease
Baby, I'll fuck around and spaz out
I just made a lil' ten on my last route
This bitch pretty, fucked around and licked her lash off
Her first time off the E's bitch done passed out
She woke up, we hit the mall, yep, blacked out
We in the coupe, I got my finger in her cat now
And if it had a backseat, I'd max out
Doing sixty getting in head, damn, near smacked out
I fuck my bougiest bitch in the crack house
She found her lil' style, don't know how to act now
Bitch, I'm still that same nigga from the trap house
I'm like John Cena, still do the smackdown
Now, I ain't tryna say that I'm back now
But, bitch, I'm just feeling extra good
I'm smelling like money, I'm looking like money
Plus, I'm getting to the money, I'm just doing as I should
She want the surf and turf now, send her lunch money
She know I don't give bitches hush money
I'm getting to the bread like a hush puppy
She tripping on my phone, she want some company
The bitch want my company
What you want me to come over there
Acting a motherfucking fool (called me 100 times)
Stop doing that shit
Why the fuck you blowing at my phone
Talking jazzy out the neck, I'll be there in the morning
That trolling shit gets so annoying
Soon as I walk through the door, you better eat it off the bone, bitch
You better eat it off the dolce's, ho
You know I'm plugged in, this Jose dope
She on that Busta Rhymes shit, said, give me some more
I beat the pussy so bad, we done fell on the floor
You know that bedroom boom
I'm toe up, bitch, me and scoop
Lately, I've been cutting up more than I did in school
Yeah, don't do perks, kids, this shit ain't cool
Then I pop another perk
I spent 600 for her to squirt up on this shirt
Yeah, that pussy call me Guwop, I put it in the dirt
Yeah, that pussy call me Rewind, I put it in reverse
Yeah, stick shift, stick shift
Signed for this beamer, I hit a big bitch
I still got my chicks in there, real like my nigga Will Smith
I did not fuck that woman like my nigga Bill Clinton
Thank God I didn't
I did not have sexual relations with that woman
But I did go to iFree iClub
And did some illegal downloads, that's about it
Bank, bitch
Oh, oh
She ain't gon stop calling
This mothafucka phone
I promise you that
Fuck the fire,
We got Grease
Baby, I'll fuck around and spaz out
I just made a lil' ten on my last route
This bitch pretty, fucked around and licked her lash off
Her first time off the E's bitch done passed out
She woke up, we hit the mall, yep, blacked out
We in the coupe, I got my finger in her cat now
And if it had a backseat, I'd max out
Doing sixty getting in head, damn, near smacked out
I fuck my bougiest bitch in the crack house
She found her lil' style, don't know how to act now
Bitch, I'm still that same nigga from the trap house
I'm like John Cena, still do the smackdown
Now, I ain't tryna say that I'm back now
But, bitch, I'm just feeling extra good
I'm smelling like money, I'm looking like money
Plus, I'm getting to the money, I'm just doing as I should
She want the surf and turf now, send her lunch money
She know I don't give bitches hush money
I'm getting to the bread like a hush puppy
She tripping on my phone, she want some company
The bitch want my company
What you want me to come over there
Acting a motherfucking fool (called me 100 times)
Stop doing that shit
Why the fuck you blowing at my phone
Talking jazzy out the neck, I'll be there in the morning
That trolling shit gets so annoying
Soon as I walk through the door, you better eat it off the bone, bitch
You better eat it off the dolce's, ho
You know I'm plugged in, this Jose dope
She on that Busta Rhymes shit, said, give me some more
I beat the pussy so bad, we done fell on the floor
You know that bedroom boom
I'm toe up, bitch, me and scoop
Lately, I've been cutting up more than I did in school
Yeah, don't do perks, kids, this shit ain't cool
Then I pop another perk
I spent 600 for her to squirt up on this shirt
Yeah, that pussy call me Guwop, I put it in the dirt
Yeah, that pussy call me Rewind, I put it in reverse
Yeah, stick shift, stick shift
Signed for this beamer, I hit a big bitch
I still got my chicks in there, real like my nigga Will Smith
I did not fuck that woman like my nigga Bill Clinton
Thank God I didn't
I did not have sexual relations with that woman
But I did go to iFree iClub
And did some illegal downloads, that's about it
Bank, bitch
Oh, oh
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Writer(s): Chardon Scott
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