These niggas flexing on that gram
Money phone to they ears
That's for his big dawg
Man we know that ain't his
These niggas ain't raw fareal
Oh no these niggas ain't raw fareal
She swear to God she a dime
And her man on her nerves
Driving around the city
In a car that ain't hers
These bitches ain't raw fareal
Oh no these bitches ain't raw fareal
These niggas they be stunting with they big dawg money
I touched down off the plane
Copped a foreign on a Monday
Them hoes in my DM
Steady beggin for the guap
But I ain't paying for nothing
Gon make that pussy pop
Niggas be flexing wit them bands
Sike nigga that's prop money
My bitches bad
All my hoes they got money
Niggas be stunting in they homeboy whips
When it's time to ask for chips them niggas dip
(Ol leeching ass nigga)
Baby mamas broke got a nigga on child support
But I ain't tripping 'cause I'm ballin like I'm Lonzo
Cruising through the city with my niggas clutchin steel
Jack what Rob who take what be fareal
These niggas flexing on that gram
Money phone to they ears
That's for his big dawg
Man we know that ain't his
These niggas ain't raw fareal
Oh no these niggas ain't raw fareal
She swear to God she a dime And her man on her nerves
Driving around the city
In a car that ain't hers
These bitches ain't raw fareal
Oh no these bitches ain't raw fareal
These niggas ain't really raw
These bitches ain't really raw
We don't believe you we need more people
Who was really there and really saw
When you had it or when you got it and all the times that you f*cked if off
You ain't got it
Girl get a job
Or find a man and suck him off
Franchise I'm really raw
These niggas they really nawh
These niggas they really flaw
Young nigga old law
No matter how many times you post it
We all know that's not your car
No matter how many times you post it
We all know that's not your car
Raw
Gods son they throwing they shade
Them niggas a joke they been broke 365 days
This is what happens when trying to block us
I f*ck ya girl 10 different ways
Then I put her out to catch plays
F*ck bitches get paid
These niggas flexing on that gram
Money phone to they ears
That's for his big dawg
Man we know that ain't his
These niggas ain't raw fareal
Oh no these niggas ain't raw fareal
She swear to God she a dime And her man on her nerves
Driving around the city in a car that ain't hers
These bitches ain't raw fareal
Oh no these bitches ain't raw fareal
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These niggas flexing on that gram
Money phone to they ears
That's for his big dawg
Man we know that ain't his
These niggas ain't raw fareal
Oh no these niggas ain't raw fareal
She swear to God she a dime
And her man on her nerves
Driving around the city
In a car that ain't hers
These bitches ain't raw fareal
Oh no these bitches ain't raw fareal
These niggas they be stunting with they big dawg money
I touched down off the plane
Copped a foreign on a Monday
Them hoes in my DM
Steady beggin for the guap
But I ain't paying for nothing
Gon make that pussy pop
Niggas be flexing wit them bands
Sike nigga that's prop money
My bitches bad
All my hoes they got money
Niggas be stunting in they homeboy whips
When it's time to ask for chips them niggas dip
(Ol leeching ass nigga)
Baby mamas broke got a nigga on child support
But I ain't tripping 'cause I'm ballin like I'm Lonzo
Cruising through the city with my niggas clutchin steel
Jack what Rob who take what be fareal
These niggas flexing on that gram
Money phone to they ears
That's for his big dawg
Man we know that ain't his
These niggas ain't raw fareal
Oh no these niggas ain't raw fareal
She swear to God she a dime And her man on her nerves
Driving around the city
In a car that ain't hers
These bitches ain't raw fareal
Oh no these bitches ain't raw fareal
These niggas ain't really raw
These bitches ain't really raw
We don't believe you we need more people
Who was really there and really saw
When you had it or when you got it and all the times that you f*cked if off
You ain't got it
Girl get a job
Or find a man and suck him off
Franchise I'm really raw
These niggas they really nawh
These niggas they really flaw
Young nigga old law
No matter how many times you post it
We all know that's not your car
No matter how many times you post it
We all know that's not your car
Raw
Gods son they throwing they shade
Them niggas a joke they been broke 365 days
This is what happens when trying to block us
I f*ck ya girl 10 different ways
Then I put her out to catch plays
F*ck bitches get paid
These niggas flexing on that gram
Money phone to they ears
That's for his big dawg
Man we know that ain't his
These niggas ain't raw fareal
Oh no these niggas ain't raw fareal
She swear to God she a dime And her man on her nerves
Driving around the city in a car that ain't hers
These bitches ain't raw fareal
Oh no these bitches ain't raw fareal
Money phone to they ears
That's for his big dawg
Man we know that ain't his
These niggas ain't raw fareal
Oh no these niggas ain't raw fareal
She swear to God she a dime
And her man on her nerves
Driving around the city
In a car that ain't hers
These bitches ain't raw fareal
Oh no these bitches ain't raw fareal
These niggas they be stunting with they big dawg money
I touched down off the plane
Copped a foreign on a Monday
Them hoes in my DM
Steady beggin for the guap
But I ain't paying for nothing
Gon make that pussy pop
Niggas be flexing wit them bands
Sike nigga that's prop money
My bitches bad
All my hoes they got money
Niggas be stunting in they homeboy whips
When it's time to ask for chips them niggas dip
(Ol leeching ass nigga)
Baby mamas broke got a nigga on child support
But I ain't tripping 'cause I'm ballin like I'm Lonzo
Cruising through the city with my niggas clutchin steel
Jack what Rob who take what be fareal
These niggas flexing on that gram
Money phone to they ears
That's for his big dawg
Man we know that ain't his
These niggas ain't raw fareal
Oh no these niggas ain't raw fareal
She swear to God she a dime And her man on her nerves
Driving around the city
In a car that ain't hers
These bitches ain't raw fareal
Oh no these bitches ain't raw fareal
These niggas ain't really raw
These bitches ain't really raw
We don't believe you we need more people
Who was really there and really saw
When you had it or when you got it and all the times that you f*cked if off
You ain't got it
Girl get a job
Or find a man and suck him off
Franchise I'm really raw
These niggas they really nawh
These niggas they really flaw
Young nigga old law
No matter how many times you post it
We all know that's not your car
No matter how many times you post it
We all know that's not your car
Raw
Gods son they throwing they shade
Them niggas a joke they been broke 365 days
This is what happens when trying to block us
I f*ck ya girl 10 different ways
Then I put her out to catch plays
F*ck bitches get paid
These niggas flexing on that gram
Money phone to they ears
That's for his big dawg
Man we know that ain't his
These niggas ain't raw fareal
Oh no these niggas ain't raw fareal
She swear to God she a dime And her man on her nerves
Driving around the city in a car that ain't hers
These bitches ain't raw fareal
Oh no these bitches ain't raw fareal
Writer: Corey Williams, Larry Francis
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