Bonnie and Clyde shit
She got the drive, she know how to ride stick
To get a Patek you know what the time is
Gotta wake up and chime in
And my lady she fine man
She a dime and a half
Sharing a dream and a bag with you
Glad you ain't giving me attitude
Girl you a gift, show gratitude
F*ck on the money, it don't even make sense to be mad at you
If it was me or the money
I don't want her feeling like she in a place where she had to choose
This a priority, don't you ever give another person the authority
She be pledging to the paper like she tryna join a sorority
Only time she imploring me when I'm hitting from the back
And gripping her pony tail and put a thumb in the crack
All in a day's work, persevered through the days it was way worse
Before we go anywhere I make it a mission, make sure that she came first
Stand on her own two feet
Never pressed to impress thee
Nothing to prove, blessed that my pudding a whole freak
I look at my baby and she say that pussy is all me
Then she told me run all the cheese
Gave it to her and the car keys
She said she love the way I smoke
Told me when you hit it grab me by the throat
There's some good shit up in this paper
Don't run from this dick, she said boy don't you test my gangsta
Hit you with that dope and now you way too high to smoke
I say f*ck that baby go and roll some more
I don't be saving shit for later
We could blow this backwood then go blow up all this paper
For now, until I calm down
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Bonnie and Clyde shit
She got the drive, she know how to ride stick
To get a Patek you know what the time is
Gotta wake up and chime in
And my lady she fine man
She a dime and a half
Sharing a dream and a bag with you
Glad you ain't giving me attitude
Girl you a gift, show gratitude
F*ck on the money, it don't even make sense to be mad at you
If it was me or the money
I don't want her feeling like she in a place where she had to choose
This a priority, don't you ever give another person the authority
She be pledging to the paper like she tryna join a sorority
Only time she imploring me when I'm hitting from the back
And gripping her pony tail and put a thumb in the crack
All in a day's work, persevered through the days it was way worse
Before we go anywhere I make it a mission, make sure that she came first
Stand on her own two feet
Never pressed to impress thee
Nothing to prove, blessed that my pudding a whole freak
I look at my baby and she say that pussy is all me
Then she told me run all the cheese
Gave it to her and the car keys
She said she love the way I smoke
Told me when you hit it grab me by the throat
There's some good shit up in this paper
Don't run from this dick, she said boy don't you test my gangsta
Hit you with that dope and now you way too high to smoke
I say f*ck that baby go and roll some more
I don't be saving shit for later
We could blow this backwood then go blow up all this paper
For now, until I calm down
She got the drive, she know how to ride stick
To get a Patek you know what the time is
Gotta wake up and chime in
And my lady she fine man
She a dime and a half
Sharing a dream and a bag with you
Glad you ain't giving me attitude
Girl you a gift, show gratitude
F*ck on the money, it don't even make sense to be mad at you
If it was me or the money
I don't want her feeling like she in a place where she had to choose
This a priority, don't you ever give another person the authority
She be pledging to the paper like she tryna join a sorority
Only time she imploring me when I'm hitting from the back
And gripping her pony tail and put a thumb in the crack
All in a day's work, persevered through the days it was way worse
Before we go anywhere I make it a mission, make sure that she came first
Stand on her own two feet
Never pressed to impress thee
Nothing to prove, blessed that my pudding a whole freak
I look at my baby and she say that pussy is all me
Then she told me run all the cheese
Gave it to her and the car keys
She said she love the way I smoke
Told me when you hit it grab me by the throat
There's some good shit up in this paper
Don't run from this dick, she said boy don't you test my gangsta
Hit you with that dope and now you way too high to smoke
I say f*ck that baby go and roll some more
I don't be saving shit for later
We could blow this backwood then go blow up all this paper
For now, until I calm down
Writer: Damien Brown, Yusef Lewis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid