God Bless

Four, five chicks they're my main hoes
Stacking up money, that dinero
They're from Medellìn, they call it pesos
I don't give a fuck she ain't my main hoe
Fell in love with the jewelry on my wrist
Stop blowing my phone, gotta hit Fresh for the list
Yea we got options, in every city
Niggas know my worth just by looking at my wrist
I can't lie, my niggas know I'm with it
Ten toes down, but I got it if they're with it
Just realized, it's just me and my niggas
Niggas hatin we ain't worried bout they business
I don't want to think about it
Niggas hatin we be worried bout the business
Nah I don't want to think about it
Been swimming, watching other niggas sink
Tell me how u feel about it
She just fuck with niggas that got Audemar, Patek
Tell me how u feel about it?
Four, five chicks they're my main hoes
Stacking up money, that dinero
They're from Medellìn, they call it pesos
I don't give a fuck she ain't my main hoe
4AM up in Toronto
Grinding overtime ain't get no sleep
Eighty on me feeling like Lebron though
Neck and wrist I'm looking like a feast
Ever since I made it I'm on flee
Now she wanna try and get with me
Girl you know this life ain't what it seem
Niggas plotting on me for the cream
Fucking with the greatest girl ain't no debating
If you rocking with me I might make you famous
Niggas acting phony you know it get lonely
No they ain't my opps but no they ain't my homies
Stacking by my lonely, whipping this Corolley
Tryna get the Tesla with the doors up on me
I can't let em get one up on me
If I go tomorrow is you praying for me
Four, five chicks they're my main hoes
Stacking up money, that dinero
They're from Medellìn, they call it pesos
I don't give a fuck she ain't my main hoe



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Writer(s): Fili, Ibxrhm, Saint Clarence
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