Have To Ask My Lawyer
(One, two, one, two, three)
Hair did, nails did
Matte Black Range Rover top-down, Malibu California
She want all my kids, say I don't miss
I can't lie, I think I'm starting to adore ya
Top floor penthouse
I'ma fuck her on the king bed then smoke weed by the foyer
Sneaky link, wanna link and I'm like "Okay, but I'm gonna have to ask my lawyer" (One, two, one, two, three)
If it ain't Narnia, then where the fuck you goin'?
All-black outfit, Rick Owens
If ya ass ain't gettin' to the money
How the fuck you think you ever gonna get shit goin'?
Your ex nigga gotta die if his top be showing
Better hope his top ain't showin'
And the opps not blowin'
When the tables get to turnin' then the odds start showin'
Then the odds start showin'
I done came up now I'm rockstar blowin'
Say he getting money but his roster ain't on it
I be with the Top Kids, popstar rollin'
You gotta know you broke, when ya pop start to know it
You gotta know you broke, when ya mom start to notice
Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus
(Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus)
Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus
(Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus)
Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus
(Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus)
Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus
(Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus)
(One, two, one, two, three)
(Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus)
Hair did, nails did
Matte Black Range Rover top-down, Malibu California
She want all my kids, say I don't miss
I can't lie, I think I'm starting to adore ya
Top floor penthouse
I'ma fuck her on the king bed then smoke weed by the foyer
Sneaky link, wanna link and I'm like "Okay, but I'm gonna have to ask my lawyer"
If it ain't Narnia, then where the fuck you goin'?
All-black outfit, Rick Owens
If ya ass ain't gettin' to the money
How the fuck you think you ever gonna get shit goin'?
Your ex nigga gotta die if his top be showin'
Better hope his top ain't showin'
And the opps not blowin'
When the tables get to turnin' then the odds start showin'
Hair did, nails did
Matte Black Range Rover top-down, Malibu California
She want all my kids, say I don't miss
I can't lie, I think I'm starting to adore ya
Top floor penthouse
I'ma fuck her on the king bed then smoke weed by the foyer
Sneaky link, wanna link and I'm like "Okay, but I'm gonna have to ask my lawyer" (One, two, one, two, three)
If it ain't Narnia, then where the fuck you goin'?
All-black outfit, Rick Owens
If ya ass ain't gettin' to the money
How the fuck you think you ever gonna get shit goin'?
Your ex nigga gotta die if his top be showing
Better hope his top ain't showin'
And the opps not blowin'
When the tables get to turnin' then the odds start showin'
Then the odds start showin'
I done came up now I'm rockstar blowin'
Say he getting money but his roster ain't on it
I be with the Top Kids, popstar rollin'
You gotta know you broke, when ya pop start to know it
You gotta know you broke, when ya mom start to notice
Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus
(Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus)
Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus
(Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus)
Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus
(Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus)
Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus
(Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus)
(One, two, one, two, three)
(Say he getting money but we been knew it's bogus)
Hair did, nails did
Matte Black Range Rover top-down, Malibu California
She want all my kids, say I don't miss
I can't lie, I think I'm starting to adore ya
Top floor penthouse
I'ma fuck her on the king bed then smoke weed by the foyer
Sneaky link, wanna link and I'm like "Okay, but I'm gonna have to ask my lawyer"
If it ain't Narnia, then where the fuck you goin'?
All-black outfit, Rick Owens
If ya ass ain't gettin' to the money
How the fuck you think you ever gonna get shit goin'?
Your ex nigga gotta die if his top be showin'
Better hope his top ain't showin'
And the opps not blowin'
When the tables get to turnin' then the odds start showin'
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Writer(s): Jace Lavoer Salter, Alexander Maximilian Budniok
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