Fan

My bitch bad
Whip go fast
After that cash

My bitch bad in the bed she act the worst
Whip go fast I can't see where they were
After that cash every day we put in work
I can't slack rest up when I'm in the dirt
Race like drag
Blowing that gas
Gotta get bags
Bet my ops mad
To riches from rags
Didn't think I'd last
Ballout Steve Nash
New plays don't pass
My pants they sag
Burner show my ass
Counting up new cash
Too bad you lack
Damn where they at
Didn't think I'm the man
Had you in the plan
Fucked up your bandz
Now we ain't friends
Now you act like a fan

Vegas nights
Got the bread for a Vegas fight
Stepping out rocking all white
(Humming)
She know I don't know what's mediocre
Hundred-dollar plate just place the order
Keep my mental and finances in order
Smoke the finest she think I'm a importer
Passport ready we fly pass the border
Night we swang in the whip
Hold on baby you swanging
And I just poured drank in my soda
Hold on baby I'm too lit
I just smoked up too much of this gas
And I think I lost focus
Off these shrooms I'm on a trip
And I'm up on a flight in first class
And I feel like a floater
Land just to go to a yacht
Shawty looking so sexy
I might motorboat her

In the bed she act the worst
Whip go fast I can't see where they were
After that cash every day we put in work
I can't slack rest up when I'm in the dirt
Race like drag
Blowing that gas
Gotta get bags
Bet my ops mad
To riches from rags
Didn't think I'd last
Ballout Steve Nash
New plays don't pass
My pants they sag
Burner show my ass
Counting up new cash
Too bad you lack
Damn where they at
Didn't think I'm the man
Had you in the plan
Fucked up your bandz
Now we ain't friends
Now you act like a fan

Rocking designer I keep me that iron
I leave em black and white just like he Panda
Damn I'm too hostile need to chill
Getting money still imma trip
All of these drinks too much to sip
Damn I'm crossfaded feel I'm falling over
My shawty said she called over friends
Give me a minute I need to get sober
Just fucked her a minute ago it ain't over
These knots in my pocket
They weigh like a boulder
We be plotting on options
Just call us Team Rocket
One:44 in the booth I ain't sober
You think you can beat me you must not be sober
I'm out the park with it Mr. October
Didn't believe me Mr. Freeze you get the cold shoulder
Take my bitch on different flights this shit never over

In the bed she act the worst
Whip go fast I can't see where they were
After that cash every day we put in work
I can't slack rest up when I'm in the dirt
Race like drag
Blowing that gas
Gotta get bags
Bet my ops mad
To riches from rags
Didn't think I'd last
Ballout Steve Nash
New plays don't pass
My pants they sag
Burner show my ass
Counting up new cash
Too bad you lack
Damn where they at
Didn't think I'm the man
Had you in the plan
Fucked up your bandz
Now we ain't friends
Now you act like a fan

My bitch bad
Whip go fast
After that cash

My bitch bad
Whip go fast
After that cash



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Writer(s): Jeremy Hall
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