Stockholm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, why you stare? Why you care
Deposit fuckin' checks and throw the cash up in the air
Bitch, not here, don't come around here
If my brothers see you, they gon' tell me do a dare
I don't need the codeine and I don't need no damn therapist
Did this by my lonely baby, show me you can handle this
Nothin' sweet, don't fuck with Cody
See a hatchet, I don't bury it
Come complete, bitch, I don't do codeine, I can't save your relationship
Yeah, you a basic bitch
Yeah, I fuckin' hate that shit
Yeah, I fuckin' love my cup
I lied when I said that I don't
Yeah, I handle dope
Been a minute since I smoked
You walk with a bullseye, I'ma poke a dot your nose
I'm not mad with what she chose
Man, a hoe gon' be a hoe
I know you not bout that shit, you throwin' up a four
Bill Gates, I want some clones
I just point and shooters go
Fill your face up with some holes
Cash stickin' to the pole
You ain't seen this life before
You got a little man syndrome comin' round and actin' grown
Huh, pussy, what you on?
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, what you want
Come in rockin' stussy, must've left your head at home
Bitch, I'm really busy, that's why I got many phones
Don't say that you miss me, I just need you, leave me alone
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, leave me alone
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, leave me alone
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, leave me alone
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, leave me
Bitch, why you stare? Why you care
Deposit fuckin' checks and throw the cash up in the air
Bitch, not here, don't come around here
If my brothers see you, they gon' tell me do a dare
I support the fiends, they keep me upright on my feet
I don't do well with your street, tryin' to make sure nobody sleep
Shimmy down your block, cause my life used to only be a dream
Now I got all of these things and your life lookin' less complete
Spazz out with the Glock, like Holyfield I'll show you ass defeat
And, baby, go pop your bean, but you get kicked out if you tweak
Yeah, bitch, don't talk to me no more
On my own time, fuck that demon time
I got God on my side, don't do demon time
Yeah
Bitch, why you stare? Why you care
Deposit fuckin' checks and throw the cash up in the air
Bitch, not here, don't come around here
If my brothers see you, they gon' tell me do a dare
I don't need the codeine and I don't need no damn therapist
Did this by my lonely baby, show me you can handle this
Nothin' sweet, don't fuck with Cody
See a hatchet, I don't bury it
Come complete, bitch, I don't do codeine, I can't save your relationship
Yeah, you a basic bitch
Yeah, I fuckin' hate that shit
Yeah, I fuckin' love my cup
I lied when I said that I don't
Yeah, I handle dope
Been a minute since I smoked
You walk with a bullseye, I'ma poke a dot your nose
I'm not mad with what she chose
Man, a hoe gon' be a hoe
I know you not bout that shit, you throwin' up a four
Bill Gates, I want some clones
I just point and shooters go
Fill your face up with some holes
Cash stickin' to the pole
You ain't seen this life before
You got a little man syndrome comin' round and actin' grown
Huh, pussy, what you on?
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, what you want
Come in rockin' stussy, must've left your head at home
Bitch, I'm really busy, that's why I got many phones
Don't say that you miss me, I just need you, leave me alone
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, leave me alone
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, leave me alone
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, leave me alone
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, leave me
Bitch, why you stare? Why you care
Deposit fuckin' checks and throw the cash up in the air
Bitch, not here, don't come around here
If my brothers see you, they gon' tell me do a dare
I support the fiends, they keep me upright on my feet
I don't do well with your street, tryin' to make sure nobody sleep
Shimmy down your block, cause my life used to only be a dream
Now I got all of these things and your life lookin' less complete
Spazz out with the Glock, like Holyfield I'll show you ass defeat
And, baby, go pop your bean, but you get kicked out if you tweak
Yeah, bitch, don't talk to me no more
On my own time, fuck that demon time
I got God on my side, don't do demon time
Yeah
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Writer(s): Patrick Buling-carey
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