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Lamont C Wade
Lamont C Wade
Songwriter
Tyreike Hammonds
Tyreike Hammonds
Songwriter

Lyrics

Now I'm in my bag, yeah I'm in my Burkin, she only love me If I buy her purses, I gotta tell her she never deserve it I know she hoeing, look good but ain't worth it, tryna maintain I ain't tryna be perfect, always feel pain so I just Popped a perc-cet, talk on the net when he see me he nervous I remember when it coulda been curtains, now I'm Out wit it young nigga he lurking, in love money why I always be flirting We know you pussy ain't no need for Purpin, and if you pussy cant hop on my verses I just sit back cause I'm very observant, I let em talk while I'm Doing the workin, seen I got bread she came over her twerking I know she did all of that for a purpose Going out wit her, what cold be the worst shit I'm tryna split her no time for the marriage, ain't got no time to be Buying her karats, baby i'm just tryna keep shit transparent They keep on talking down all on my name I said it's cool cause I'm getting this change, love me or hate me gone Blow either way, try running on me he made a mistake, ice on me frosted Just like flake, in the lot doing donuts Like im dunking like Blake, baby we eating, start saying ya grace Ain't help me get it, can't eat off my plate, young Nigga a scale how his name hold weight I don't got time for the bullshit today, baby i'm sorry I can't come yo way, im getting money that shit on my way Baby im valid, I got lettuce on me just like a salad And i'm way flyer than any the pilots Don't want a house imma buy me a palace Rock designer, I don't need me a stylist Please don't forget them young nigas be wilding I brung a trip with my bitch to the islands Came in this bitch with young pound, you know We drippin from town to town, I need that puddy cat, meow I'm wit my niggas might run in ya house, been there Before know the bandz in the couch, baby i'm working i never Been a slouch, i fuck her hard if she don't shout We on the block and them yoppas they out, I need two more zeros In my bank account, he talking Shit he might wanna wash his mouth Wait, wash or watch, fuck what you saying im balling a lot I'll have my youngins come run in ya spot, damn, I say That a lot, they do that a lot, you better watch ya spot, I just got the drop, on ya lil thot
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