SIMBA - undertaker Lyrics

Got hella of designer
I got hella hella paper
All my jackets and jeans
Yeah they black like Undertaker
This bitch yeah she two face
I can't mess with her
I was chasing you now I got money
I ain't chasing her
Uh uh I ain't taking her
Uh-huh she said my dick too strong
CJ Strout I tell all my bitches aye' go long
Huh huh what? Nah nah nah

Huh I throw some colors on fit she said I'm colorful wonderful
Huh bad bitch she wanna f*ck
Huh I can't let her
Huh tryna free out my dawg my dawg writin' letters

Huh she wanna play with my balls she play with that shit like it's tether
Huh money gon' change your bank it probably gon' change up your weather
Huh money gon' change your life money gon' shape you better
Bitch I bitch I believed in God
I was them one of one niggas that really beat out the odds

She wanna f*ck in the f*cking garage
I'm missin' Alyssa we could've talked more until dawn
Huh I had to bring out the bottle
Huh huh

I had to bring out the bottle cause she wanna talk to me sexually
Huh I had to bring out a model to show her what bitches be texting me
Alyssa still hitting me up she wondering what is move?

Huh I'm with my brothers in this bitch
And we making music off shrooms
Yeah yeah I need to go out that one way cause I need to figure shit out
Didn't think I was gon' make it but nigga I made it
And she still wanna filter me out

She left and came back that shit still the same
Only difference today is you loving me now
Huh huh huh
Got hella of designer I got hella hella paper

All my jackets and my jeans yeah they black like Undertaker
This bitch yeah she two face I can't mess with her
I was chasing you money's up I ain't chasing her I'm not taking her