Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Back on my bullshit like I'm from Chicago
This that new god flow; preaching to the gospel
Angel on my shoulder but I'm speaking to diablo
Looking like a million bucks; honeys call me guapo
Smoking strawberry; chilling in a different time zone
Don't play me like a rookie, I'm the head honcho
Can't trust a soul cause they promises are hollow
Say what I feel; I don't need no bravado
Ain't a killer but my pen caught a couple bodies
It's the most cocky, never sloppy
Wanna stop me; better bring a posse
Got that green like wasabi
Tell your bitch to kick it like karate
Then i'm swimming in punani
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
In the stu, rolling blunts fatter than Rasputia
Take a hit, f*ck around, you might see the future
I learn from my L's so I've never been a loser
I only state facts; don't entertain all the rumors
When I burst onto the scene, got the whole game panickin
Cold blooded; hoes know I'm heartless like a mannequin
All about my bread; got no time for shenanigans
Run game like a player; mind like an analyst
Ask me how I'm feeling bitch; I've been feeling myself
Can't kill my vices; I'm in love with music, pussy, and wealth
Spit that hot shit that'll make the speakers melt
Burner on my belt
Witcho girl, breast stroking like I'm Michael Phelps
Never catch me slippin; I stay giving em the business
Reggie Miller with the shots; I hit em from a distance
Any track I'm on, I run it like the Olympics
Always lifted; born gifted like every day is Christmas
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
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Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Back on my bullshit like I'm from Chicago
This that new god flow; preaching to the gospel
Angel on my shoulder but I'm speaking to diablo
Looking like a million bucks; honeys call me guapo
Smoking strawberry; chilling in a different time zone
Don't play me like a rookie, I'm the head honcho
Can't trust a soul cause they promises are hollow
Say what I feel; I don't need no bravado
Ain't a killer but my pen caught a couple bodies
It's the most cocky, never sloppy
Wanna stop me; better bring a posse
Got that green like wasabi
Tell your bitch to kick it like karate
Then i'm swimming in punani
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
In the stu, rolling blunts fatter than Rasputia
Take a hit, f*ck around, you might see the future
I learn from my L's so I've never been a loser
I only state facts; don't entertain all the rumors
When I burst onto the scene, got the whole game panickin
Cold blooded; hoes know I'm heartless like a mannequin
All about my bread; got no time for shenanigans
Run game like a player; mind like an analyst
Ask me how I'm feeling bitch; I've been feeling myself
Can't kill my vices; I'm in love with music, pussy, and wealth
Spit that hot shit that'll make the speakers melt
Burner on my belt
Witcho girl, breast stroking like I'm Michael Phelps
Never catch me slippin; I stay giving em the business
Reggie Miller with the shots; I hit em from a distance
Any track I'm on, I run it like the Olympics
Always lifted; born gifted like every day is Christmas
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Back on my bullshit like I'm from Chicago
This that new god flow; preaching to the gospel
Angel on my shoulder but I'm speaking to diablo
Looking like a million bucks; honeys call me guapo
Smoking strawberry; chilling in a different time zone
Don't play me like a rookie, I'm the head honcho
Can't trust a soul cause they promises are hollow
Say what I feel; I don't need no bravado
Ain't a killer but my pen caught a couple bodies
It's the most cocky, never sloppy
Wanna stop me; better bring a posse
Got that green like wasabi
Tell your bitch to kick it like karate
Then i'm swimming in punani
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
In the stu, rolling blunts fatter than Rasputia
Take a hit, f*ck around, you might see the future
I learn from my L's so I've never been a loser
I only state facts; don't entertain all the rumors
When I burst onto the scene, got the whole game panickin
Cold blooded; hoes know I'm heartless like a mannequin
All about my bread; got no time for shenanigans
Run game like a player; mind like an analyst
Ask me how I'm feeling bitch; I've been feeling myself
Can't kill my vices; I'm in love with music, pussy, and wealth
Spit that hot shit that'll make the speakers melt
Burner on my belt
Witcho girl, breast stroking like I'm Michael Phelps
Never catch me slippin; I stay giving em the business
Reggie Miller with the shots; I hit em from a distance
Any track I'm on, I run it like the Olympics
Always lifted; born gifted like every day is Christmas
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Bitches come and go and friends turn to foes
True colors show but the money always flows
Writer: Daniel Franco
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid