maybach curtains (feat. Sean Savy)
Yeah
XThaGreatt
Talk to em' (yeah)
Talk to em'
(Let's go)
Hop in that Maybach, it came with the curtains, they ain't see it comin'
Sav where you been? Had to take me some time, I was makin' that money
Made thirty-thou, just from makin' accounts, now let's make it a hunnit
Don't fuck with them, cuz she know that I'm him
I'm like baby it's nothin' (Sean Sav)
She said that her ex nigga crazy, I told her that boy he don't want it (No, not at all)
Stacking this paper whenever I'm blue, I'm thumbing through hunnits (Stackin' it tall)
He said he a shooter but really a dancer, I told her to run it
Name is not Tommy but I got the Clancer for niggas would want it
She got no shame and I love it
She tryna touch it in public (Oh my god)
Told me to pull up to the function
If they ain't paying, I dub it (Oh my god)
Count up a lot of blue hunnits
But these niggas know how we bomin' (Oh my god)
She used to front as a youngin'
Now these bitches come by the dozen
Came by the dozen, told my ex this is payback
Bring a umbrella this cash where the rain at
Shit ain't been the same since we pulled out the Maybach
And If it ain't me in the speaks, nigga change that
He wearing what I had just wore before
If you wanna be me then homie just say that
They ain't like me, then I uped on the score
Now shawty gon' hop in where ever the fame at
I had to kick in the door, they ain't give it so I had to take that
Now we getting money abroad, this bitch wanna slide where we lay at
I know she a fiend for Dior, she take it all off and she shake that
Calling her sweet cuz the cake fat
She put my meat where her face at
She on her knees in a Maybach, yeah
Hop in that Maybach, it came with the curtains, they ain't see it comin'
Sav where you been? Had to take me some time, I was makin' that money
Made thirty-thou, just from makin' account, now let's make it a hunnit
Don't fuck with them, cuz she know that I'm him
I'm like baby it's nothin'
(Bitch!)
She said that her ex nigga crazy, I told her that boy he don't want it
Stacking this paper whenever I'm blue, I'm thumbing through hunnits
He said he a shooter but really a dancer, I told her to run it
Name is not Tommy but I got the Clancer for niggas would want it
Bitch!
XThaGreatt
Talk to em' (yeah)
Talk to em'
(Let's go)
Hop in that Maybach, it came with the curtains, they ain't see it comin'
Sav where you been? Had to take me some time, I was makin' that money
Made thirty-thou, just from makin' accounts, now let's make it a hunnit
Don't fuck with them, cuz she know that I'm him
I'm like baby it's nothin' (Sean Sav)
She said that her ex nigga crazy, I told her that boy he don't want it (No, not at all)
Stacking this paper whenever I'm blue, I'm thumbing through hunnits (Stackin' it tall)
He said he a shooter but really a dancer, I told her to run it
Name is not Tommy but I got the Clancer for niggas would want it
She got no shame and I love it
She tryna touch it in public (Oh my god)
Told me to pull up to the function
If they ain't paying, I dub it (Oh my god)
Count up a lot of blue hunnits
But these niggas know how we bomin' (Oh my god)
She used to front as a youngin'
Now these bitches come by the dozen
Came by the dozen, told my ex this is payback
Bring a umbrella this cash where the rain at
Shit ain't been the same since we pulled out the Maybach
And If it ain't me in the speaks, nigga change that
He wearing what I had just wore before
If you wanna be me then homie just say that
They ain't like me, then I uped on the score
Now shawty gon' hop in where ever the fame at
I had to kick in the door, they ain't give it so I had to take that
Now we getting money abroad, this bitch wanna slide where we lay at
I know she a fiend for Dior, she take it all off and she shake that
Calling her sweet cuz the cake fat
She put my meat where her face at
She on her knees in a Maybach, yeah
Hop in that Maybach, it came with the curtains, they ain't see it comin'
Sav where you been? Had to take me some time, I was makin' that money
Made thirty-thou, just from makin' account, now let's make it a hunnit
Don't fuck with them, cuz she know that I'm him
I'm like baby it's nothin'
(Bitch!)
She said that her ex nigga crazy, I told her that boy he don't want it
Stacking this paper whenever I'm blue, I'm thumbing through hunnits
He said he a shooter but really a dancer, I told her to run it
Name is not Tommy but I got the Clancer for niggas would want it
Bitch!
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