Sharing love with me
I want you to
Nah forreal
Float, float on
Come on come on come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Float, float on
Come on come on come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Float on, float on
Ha, yeah
Bad hoe f*cker
Bad bitch getter
I'm just f*ckin' don't know her name, it's like I never met her
Shit I could get you knocked off with a hand gesture
That nigga died for a cause, Nelson Mandela
It's only five niggas in my class, bitch, I know I'm special
I'm Denzel in this bitch, you a f*ckin' extra
I'm on the road with the plug, it ain't no f*ckin' Tesla
Mobb baby more plays than Down, Set, Hut
Long nights down bad, I ain't fell not once
I could look him in his eyes, and I could call his bluff
When you really gettin' money? You don't talk this much
Yeah, we got the same pair, but yours don't cost this much
These days it's eight o-clock meetings, stockholders steady on my line, buggin'
I came from holdin' up that stock, we was nine tuggin
Nahfrboy, I done f*cked around and found somethin
I'm a player, hittin' hoes in different shades like Kyle Kuzma
Showed her how to make a f*ckin' dub, I'm a mind mover
I'm buyin' stock, you buyin' glocks, he beyond clueless
We make pretty hoes f*ck, It's a mob movement
That Jesus piece ran me a couple thousand, she say, Hallelujah
Feet kicked up, I'm in Miami, on a big-ass yacht
Bring a pretty bitch to sea
Make her swim with a shark
Double R's where we land
We don't pay him to park
Nigga hit me for a verse, he gotta pay me to start
I fell in love with Rich Sluts
I'm in L.A. with the Sparks
She entertainin' broke niggas
Baby send me your chart
I make money with the slips
All my bros had the narcs
Say she waitin' on her cycle
Let me look at your chart, bitch
Yeah, I won't talk a bit
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with the mob
Make him call it quits
Pull a drac, he lost the words, like a politician
I know hoes janky as hell, they'll rob a bitch
Pretty hoes wanna f*ck me, that's what a dollar get you
He lost his legs in that field just like Robert Griffin
He don't know the handshake, I ain't mobbin' with you
He down bad, beggin' for help just like Boston Richey
Ole, broke-ass nigga
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Sharing love with me
I want you to
Nah forreal
Float, float on
Come on come on come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Float, float on
Come on come on come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Float on, float on
Ha, yeah
Bad hoe f*cker
Bad bitch getter
I'm just f*ckin' don't know her name, it's like I never met her
Shit I could get you knocked off with a hand gesture
That nigga died for a cause, Nelson Mandela
It's only five niggas in my class, bitch, I know I'm special
I'm Denzel in this bitch, you a f*ckin' extra
I'm on the road with the plug, it ain't no f*ckin' Tesla
Mobb baby more plays than Down, Set, Hut
Long nights down bad, I ain't fell not once
I could look him in his eyes, and I could call his bluff
When you really gettin' money? You don't talk this much
Yeah, we got the same pair, but yours don't cost this much
These days it's eight o-clock meetings, stockholders steady on my line, buggin'
I came from holdin' up that stock, we was nine tuggin
Nahfrboy, I done f*cked around and found somethin
I'm a player, hittin' hoes in different shades like Kyle Kuzma
Showed her how to make a f*ckin' dub, I'm a mind mover
I'm buyin' stock, you buyin' glocks, he beyond clueless
We make pretty hoes f*ck, It's a mob movement
That Jesus piece ran me a couple thousand, she say, Hallelujah
Feet kicked up, I'm in Miami, on a big-ass yacht
Bring a pretty bitch to sea
Make her swim with a shark
Double R's where we land
We don't pay him to park
Nigga hit me for a verse, he gotta pay me to start
I fell in love with Rich Sluts
I'm in L.A. with the Sparks
She entertainin' broke niggas
Baby send me your chart
I make money with the slips
All my bros had the narcs
Say she waitin' on her cycle
Let me look at your chart, bitch
Yeah, I won't talk a bit
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with the mob
Make him call it quits
Pull a drac, he lost the words, like a politician
I know hoes janky as hell, they'll rob a bitch
Pretty hoes wanna f*ck me, that's what a dollar get you
He lost his legs in that field just like Robert Griffin
He don't know the handshake, I ain't mobbin' with you
He down bad, beggin' for help just like Boston Richey
Ole, broke-ass nigga
I want you to
Nah forreal
Float, float on
Come on come on come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Float, float on
Come on come on come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Float on, float on
Ha, yeah
Bad hoe f*cker
Bad bitch getter
I'm just f*ckin' don't know her name, it's like I never met her
Shit I could get you knocked off with a hand gesture
That nigga died for a cause, Nelson Mandela
It's only five niggas in my class, bitch, I know I'm special
I'm Denzel in this bitch, you a f*ckin' extra
I'm on the road with the plug, it ain't no f*ckin' Tesla
Mobb baby more plays than Down, Set, Hut
Long nights down bad, I ain't fell not once
I could look him in his eyes, and I could call his bluff
When you really gettin' money? You don't talk this much
Yeah, we got the same pair, but yours don't cost this much
These days it's eight o-clock meetings, stockholders steady on my line, buggin'
I came from holdin' up that stock, we was nine tuggin
Nahfrboy, I done f*cked around and found somethin
I'm a player, hittin' hoes in different shades like Kyle Kuzma
Showed her how to make a f*ckin' dub, I'm a mind mover
I'm buyin' stock, you buyin' glocks, he beyond clueless
We make pretty hoes f*ck, It's a mob movement
That Jesus piece ran me a couple thousand, she say, Hallelujah
Feet kicked up, I'm in Miami, on a big-ass yacht
Bring a pretty bitch to sea
Make her swim with a shark
Double R's where we land
We don't pay him to park
Nigga hit me for a verse, he gotta pay me to start
I fell in love with Rich Sluts
I'm in L.A. with the Sparks
She entertainin' broke niggas
Baby send me your chart
I make money with the slips
All my bros had the narcs
Say she waitin' on her cycle
Let me look at your chart, bitch
Yeah, I won't talk a bit
Niggas ain't f*ckin' with the mob
Make him call it quits
Pull a drac, he lost the words, like a politician
I know hoes janky as hell, they'll rob a bitch
Pretty hoes wanna f*ck me, that's what a dollar get you
He lost his legs in that field just like Robert Griffin
He don't know the handshake, I ain't mobbin' with you
He down bad, beggin' for help just like Boston Richey
Ole, broke-ass nigga
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