LYFESTILE FREESTYLE
Uh, uh, no more fuck ups, uh, like, nah, I can't
Uh-uh, like, no more fuck ups, uh, nah, nah, I can't
Uh-uh, like, nah, like, fuck up, uh, nah, nah, I can't
Uh, yeah
I've been out more, but now I can't
Four-oh, helpin' me survive, get a lil' bread, they round like flies
Bitch told me I talk like Plies, told her, be my bust it baby
Probably think I ride Mercedes, nah, lil' baby, I be mixin'
Two cups said my taste expensive
Woke up, young nigga, had to go get it
New day, now I'm in your city, bust it while I pull her hair
I fuck her while we go upstairs, finish where she look at me
Kimbo how she hooked on me, limo tint, gon' hide that blick
Come get your hoe up off my dick, clown ass nigga, must know I'm IT
Baby daddy broke, still flippin' that zip, double cup, drinkin' that lean, I'm sippin
That fuck nigga try & its up in this clip
Thats your bro, movin' weird as shit
Luggage on me, get a bag and I dip, woke up early, just to count that bread
They ain't get money just talkin' instead, circle real small, can't see through, uh
Niggas all cap, better lower case, uh
You ain't got this cuz it brand new, uh
Balmain kicks, lil' space shoe, uh
Make a bad bitch wanna get naked, uh
Feed her that dick, she my lil' baby, uh
Fuckin' at the Palms, lil' 4 Vegas, uh
Want me in the bed, shawty stay waiting
You know my shit jumpin' my nigga
Ya bitch tryna fuck on my nigga
I walk in the bank, leave out countin' up
Smokin' on dope, geekin' I was stuck
Probably just talkin', they ain't done enough
Money go stupid, you ain't dumb enough
You & your brother dumb and dumber, huh
Know we in first, niggas runner ups
Standin' on business, fuck a crutch
I pull a few strings, like some double dutch
I get to them bucks who in front of us
Like they got on some gloves who was touchin' us
Like they fresh off the track, probably run from us
I done peeped out they ass, think they smokin' dust
Like I got the key, or somethin' opened up
How you do it, gotta handle business right
She too foolish, money got her hypnotized
I'm a boss, welcome to my enterprise
Steady eatin', nigga, like it dinner time
It's a lot up on my plate, I finish mine
Know her mind penny, but her body dime
Know I'm gettin' to it, it ain't worth the time
On point with it like porcupine
Ain't stressin' shit, no, a nigga fine
Uh-uh, like, no more fuck ups, uh, nah, nah, I can't
Uh-uh, like, nah, like, fuck up, uh, nah, nah, I can't
Uh, yeah
I've been out more, but now I can't
Four-oh, helpin' me survive, get a lil' bread, they round like flies
Bitch told me I talk like Plies, told her, be my bust it baby
Probably think I ride Mercedes, nah, lil' baby, I be mixin'
Two cups said my taste expensive
Woke up, young nigga, had to go get it
New day, now I'm in your city, bust it while I pull her hair
I fuck her while we go upstairs, finish where she look at me
Kimbo how she hooked on me, limo tint, gon' hide that blick
Come get your hoe up off my dick, clown ass nigga, must know I'm IT
Baby daddy broke, still flippin' that zip, double cup, drinkin' that lean, I'm sippin
That fuck nigga try & its up in this clip
Thats your bro, movin' weird as shit
Luggage on me, get a bag and I dip, woke up early, just to count that bread
They ain't get money just talkin' instead, circle real small, can't see through, uh
Niggas all cap, better lower case, uh
You ain't got this cuz it brand new, uh
Balmain kicks, lil' space shoe, uh
Make a bad bitch wanna get naked, uh
Feed her that dick, she my lil' baby, uh
Fuckin' at the Palms, lil' 4 Vegas, uh
Want me in the bed, shawty stay waiting
You know my shit jumpin' my nigga
Ya bitch tryna fuck on my nigga
I walk in the bank, leave out countin' up
Smokin' on dope, geekin' I was stuck
Probably just talkin', they ain't done enough
Money go stupid, you ain't dumb enough
You & your brother dumb and dumber, huh
Know we in first, niggas runner ups
Standin' on business, fuck a crutch
I pull a few strings, like some double dutch
I get to them bucks who in front of us
Like they got on some gloves who was touchin' us
Like they fresh off the track, probably run from us
I done peeped out they ass, think they smokin' dust
Like I got the key, or somethin' opened up
How you do it, gotta handle business right
She too foolish, money got her hypnotized
I'm a boss, welcome to my enterprise
Steady eatin', nigga, like it dinner time
It's a lot up on my plate, I finish mine
Know her mind penny, but her body dime
Know I'm gettin' to it, it ain't worth the time
On point with it like porcupine
Ain't stressin' shit, no, a nigga fine
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Writer(s): Morgan Foster
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