Blushhh

That money make me blushhh ooh (ooh)
That money make her come ooh (ooh)
In the trap house smokin' runtz over here (over here)
There's a room upstairs to cry up there (up there)
Who care life's not fair so just be aware (be aware)
Who believes in you when no one's there (ooh ooh)
I get high with god and he doesn't care (me)
If you would be chillin with god you would be scared

Ask if I give a fuck
I'll tell you hell naw
Askin' if I'm mad
How do you want the response
But my money long
They say sad boy sing this song
I said bad bitches sing along
I feel sick let me hit the bong uh

How
Do you do this to me, to me
How
How you like it shawty, shawty, shawty

That money make me blushhh ooh (ooh)
That money make her come ooh (ooh)
In the trap house smokin' runtz over here (over here)
There's a room upstairs to cry up there (up there)
Who care life's not fair so just be aware (be aware)
Who believes in you when no one's there (ooh ooh)
I get high with god and he doesn't care (me)
If you would be chillin with god you would be scared

That money make me blushhh ooh (ooh)
That money make her come ooh (ooh)
In the trap house smokin' runtz over here (over here)
There's a room upstairs to cry



Credits
Writer(s): Cole Bordwell, Maurice Stefan Teucher, Nobody $
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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