OH MYY
[Intro]
Oh my
Oh my
Oh my
I'm on demand, live my life like it's a movie
She a fan, she came with her man, but she gon' choose me
High as hell, got too many drugs goin' through me
Give a fuck if you know who I was, it's the new me
Broke a broad down, can't even pick her back up
She a city girl, that money make her act up
.44 Bulldog bite, that bitch'll knock your cap off
Yeah, I one-night that bitch, she say I'm dead wrong
Make them bands dance, I'm the rubber band man, yeah
Hundred thousand, only hundreds in my hand, yeah, yeah
Shawty fine, I still can't tell her where I'm stayin', nah
'Cause if I find out she the line, I'll be damned, yeah
Bossanova brazy, eatin' shrimp and steak, yeah
Swerve the 'Rari, Portofino like I'm in in a race
Post a picture with a model, but I hid her face
I get bored too quick, I keep these hoes up in rotation
She said she don't trust me, she think I'm a player
Private flights, I told the driver, "Take me to the stairs"
She in love, but even if I tried, I couldn't care
I ain't breakin' bread, when I was down, you wasn't there
Oh my, I can't feel my face no more
Oh my, she starin', I'ma take his ho
You can keep her, think a nigga like you better for her
You try make some money moves, holler at your boy
Oh my
Oh my
Oh my
I'm on demand, live my life like it's a movie
She a fan, she came with her man, but she gon' choose me
High as hell, got too many drugs goin' through me
Give a fuck if you know who I was, it's the new me
Broke a broad down, can't even pick her back up
She a city girl, that money make her act up
.44 Bulldog bite, that bitch'll knock your cap off
Yeah, I one-night that bitch, she say I'm dead wrong
Make them bands dance, I'm the rubber band man, yeah
Hundred thousand, only hundreds in my hand, yeah, yeah
Shawty fine, I still can't tell her where I'm stayin', nah
'Cause if I find out she the line, I'll be damned, yeah
Bossanova brazy, eatin' shrimp and steak, yeah
Swerve the 'Rari, Portofino like I'm in in a race
Post a picture with a model, but I hid her face
I get bored too quick, I keep these hoes up in rotation
She said she don't trust me, she think I'm a player
Private flights, I told the driver, "Take me to the stairs"
She in love, but even if I tried, I couldn't care
I ain't breakin' bread, when I was down, you wasn't there
Oh my, I can't feel my face no more
Oh my, she starin', I'ma take his ho
You can keep her, think a nigga like you better for her
You try make some money moves, holler at your boy
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