Out My Dm

Stay the fuck up out my DM
Stay the fuck up out my DM
Stay the fuck up out my DM
Stay the fuck up out my DM

You know Dolly don't play games
No time to fuck with lames
You know what this is
I came to game change
No nigga to switch lanes
Go play with your kids
You know I'm not Plain Jane
Not going for anything
I just be popping my shit
I just be popping my shit
I just be popping my shit
Bad bitch
Big ass
Big titties
Pretty face
Pretty feet
Pretty clique
90s baby
90s baby
Niggas be shooting like MJ
Fuck boy stay away
Broke ass fade away
Shawty like TLC
It's just you and me
I don't be fucking with scrubs
Bags of that green
Bags of that green
Know I like fucking with plugs
Yo baby mama wouldn't want to be her
Driving her Honda
Know I like Beemers
I'm a bad bitch
I like big bags
Heart colder than a freezer

Stay the fuck up out my DM
Stay the fuck up out my DM
Stay the fuck up out my DM
Stay the fuck up out my DM

I'ma go get me some money
But I want yo money too
Harder to bite me off
Cause he know Dolly big chew
Allergic to broke niggas
Yea they make me sneeze achoo
In my DM with no hustle
Then I'm putting back in queue
I'm tryna run up a bag like Woo
Flex on a hater
Don't mind if I do
Cause I got to get me a rack
For every time that I was blue
I'm in love with Kyrie and the money
Laughing to the bank these benjis funny
I'm in love with Kyrie and the money
Laughing to the bank these Benji's funny

Stay the fuck up out my DM
Stay the fuck up out my DM
Stay the fuck up out my DM
Stay the fuck up out my DM



Credits
Writer(s): Denitra Skinner
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