Lyrics

Eh, eh, eh Paris, go ahead drift on 'em Lately, I been thinking 'bout a bag, no laundry Lately, I been making bitches mad, niggas want me I was in a rush I had to fuck him in his two seat We be on the hush, it ain't a secret that he can't keep Lately, I been all about my paper, no loose leaf Lately, I been putting pressure on 'em, bitches know me I was in a rush I had to fuck him in his two seat We be on the hush, it ain't a secret that he can't keep Can't keep, these niggas can't keep up with a bitch like me These bitches can't figure out that I am not they enemy Beefing with your mutha just like beefing with yourself I be giving bitches knowledge, they just put me on the shelf Free game, oh you mad, huh? You was missing out 'cause you was plotting on my bag, huh? You was suckin' dick for clout And I was simply suckin' dick for paper, play or pleasure You wonder why you looking like a lesser, do the work, bitch Blame it on whatever, but I really do the work, bitch Slow and steady wins the race so, pop another Perc', bitch You don't wanna see me, it's a pistol in my skirt, bitch I'll never belong to you forever, I'm too clever, hoe It's levels to my loving, I can't give you more for less When we matching, I ain't talking kicks, I'm talking 'bout a check I can't boss these niggas up no more, I'm pressure on they necks I ain't tryna live in vain, and I ain't tryna die in debt, bitch Lately, I been thinking 'bout a bag no laundry Lately, I been making bitches mad, niggas want me I was in a rush I had to fuck him in his two seat We be on the hush, it ain't a secret that he can't keep Lately, I been all about my paper, no loose leaf Lately, I been putting pressure on 'em bitches, know me I was in a rush I had to fuck him in his two seat We be on the hush, it ain't a secret that he can't keep (we gavvo, woah) Lately, I been feeling like my money too long (like my money too long) I can't break it down 'cause the weed too strong (oh my fuckin' god, woah) She hate on my music, but she still sing along (ha, but she's still sing along) I bet that bitch gon' diss me in her new hit song (in her new hit song) If you watin' on me, please, go get a job (oh my) I been stuntin' on 'em hard, don't need a cause (don't need a cause) These bitches be watching me just like a hawk (huh? What?) If it ain't money coming out ya mouth You shouldn't even talk (Paris go ahead drift on 'em) Lately, I been thinking 'bout a bag no laundry Lately, I been making bitches mad niggas want me I was in a rush I had to fuck him in this two seat We be on the hush, it ain't a secret that he can't keep Lately, I been all about my paper, no loose leaf Lately, I been putting pressure on 'em bitches, know me I was in a rush I had to fuck him in this two seat We be on the hush, it ain't a secret that he can't keep, can't keep
Writer(s): Jeffrey Gretz, Emanuel Ayvas, Gil Goldin, Nicolas Cowles, Elizabeth Hanley, Sarah Haines Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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