Yeah, I got that bitch a suprise
She wanna f*ck on the guys
Ion like how you be lying
Told the bitch look in my eyes
Shoot like the 4th of July
I've been getting hella high, yeah
Sometimes I just wanna die, yeah
I don't wanna see you cry
Goddamn my bitch too bad
Goddamn got hella ass
Getting rich, I'm still in class
I know she want my bag
Ion care 'bout what you had
Double B all on my bag
Double C all on her bag
Yeah I'm high, I hop in a Jag'
Gettin' rich, I hop in my bag
I can't f*ck with all of these-
Yeah they slow, these niggas they lag
F*ck that hoe, I told her run it back
Had him runnin' like a running back
Need that cash, give my money back
On the curb, I'm whipping that Track'
Never heard of you, get back
I just wanna be alone
Your bitch keep calling my phone
In the stu' I be in my zone
Your bitch calling me Ramone
I don't know where she got that from
Imma beat yeah like a drum
Diamonds brighter yeah than the sun
AP Skelly red face, 100 grand
Rock Rick everyday, she think that's my brand
F*ck a one, f*ck a hunnid, got a grand
Fly from SA to New York like when we gon' land?
Yeah, I got that bitch a suprise
She wanna f*ck on the guys
Ion like how you be lying
Told the bitch look in my eyes
Shoot like the 4th of July
I've been getting hella high, yeah
Sometimes I just wanna die, yeah
I don't wanna see you cry
Goddamn my bitch too bad
Goddamn got hella ass
Getting rich, I'm still in class
I know she want my bag
Ion care 'bout what you had
Double B all on my bag
Double C all on her bag
Yeah I'm high, I hop in a Jag'
Gettin' rich, I hop in my bag
I can't f*ck with all of these-
Yeah they slow, these niggas they lag
F*ck that hoe, I told her run it back
Had him runnin' like a running back
Need that cash, give my money back
On the curb, I'm whipping that Track'
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Yeah, I got that bitch a suprise
She wanna f*ck on the guys
Ion like how you be lying
Told the bitch look in my eyes
Shoot like the 4th of July
I've been getting hella high, yeah
Sometimes I just wanna die, yeah
I don't wanna see you cry
Goddamn my bitch too bad
Goddamn got hella ass
Getting rich, I'm still in class
I know she want my bag
Ion care 'bout what you had
Double B all on my bag
Double C all on her bag
Yeah I'm high, I hop in a Jag'
Gettin' rich, I hop in my bag
I can't f*ck with all of these-
Yeah they slow, these niggas they lag
F*ck that hoe, I told her run it back
Had him runnin' like a running back
Need that cash, give my money back
On the curb, I'm whipping that Track'
Never heard of you, get back
I just wanna be alone
Your bitch keep calling my phone
In the stu' I be in my zone
Your bitch calling me Ramone
I don't know where she got that from
Imma beat yeah like a drum
Diamonds brighter yeah than the sun
AP Skelly red face, 100 grand
Rock Rick everyday, she think that's my brand
F*ck a one, f*ck a hunnid, got a grand
Fly from SA to New York like when we gon' land?
Yeah, I got that bitch a suprise
She wanna f*ck on the guys
Ion like how you be lying
Told the bitch look in my eyes
Shoot like the 4th of July
I've been getting hella high, yeah
Sometimes I just wanna die, yeah
I don't wanna see you cry
Goddamn my bitch too bad
Goddamn got hella ass
Getting rich, I'm still in class
I know she want my bag
Ion care 'bout what you had
Double B all on my bag
Double C all on her bag
Yeah I'm high, I hop in a Jag'
Gettin' rich, I hop in my bag
I can't f*ck with all of these-
Yeah they slow, these niggas they lag
F*ck that hoe, I told her run it back
Had him runnin' like a running back
Need that cash, give my money back
On the curb, I'm whipping that Track'
She wanna f*ck on the guys
Ion like how you be lying
Told the bitch look in my eyes
Shoot like the 4th of July
I've been getting hella high, yeah
Sometimes I just wanna die, yeah
I don't wanna see you cry
Goddamn my bitch too bad
Goddamn got hella ass
Getting rich, I'm still in class
I know she want my bag
Ion care 'bout what you had
Double B all on my bag
Double C all on her bag
Yeah I'm high, I hop in a Jag'
Gettin' rich, I hop in my bag
I can't f*ck with all of these-
Yeah they slow, these niggas they lag
F*ck that hoe, I told her run it back
Had him runnin' like a running back
Need that cash, give my money back
On the curb, I'm whipping that Track'
Never heard of you, get back
I just wanna be alone
Your bitch keep calling my phone
In the stu' I be in my zone
Your bitch calling me Ramone
I don't know where she got that from
Imma beat yeah like a drum
Diamonds brighter yeah than the sun
AP Skelly red face, 100 grand
Rock Rick everyday, she think that's my brand
F*ck a one, f*ck a hunnid, got a grand
Fly from SA to New York like when we gon' land?
Yeah, I got that bitch a suprise
She wanna f*ck on the guys
Ion like how you be lying
Told the bitch look in my eyes
Shoot like the 4th of July
I've been getting hella high, yeah
Sometimes I just wanna die, yeah
I don't wanna see you cry
Goddamn my bitch too bad
Goddamn got hella ass
Getting rich, I'm still in class
I know she want my bag
Ion care 'bout what you had
Double B all on my bag
Double C all on her bag
Yeah I'm high, I hop in a Jag'
Gettin' rich, I hop in my bag
I can't f*ck with all of these-
Yeah they slow, these niggas they lag
F*ck that hoe, I told her run it back
Had him runnin' like a running back
Need that cash, give my money back
On the curb, I'm whipping that Track'
Writer: Caleb Bennett
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