Lyrics

Ima get to bussin' at the first chance Shawty bad as hell but I ain't into romance I let the money talk, codeine dance Shawty just got her soul snatched off of one glance 4:30, nigga ain't rich but still got blue faces busting out the rubber bands Sippin on juice while i'm tryna get the upper hand 9 am I hit the airport out of Dallas I was still a little off balance Flying in and when I land i'm in the hood still tryna duck the fame status But if you pull me to the side I got time fasho A lot is on the line girl that's all I know But I figured its still worth it I need time I'm still searching But its not easy, I got eyes on me Rolling with a bad bitch who only got eyes for me 10 racks on a bag you got expensive taste Tattoos on her ass, she don't have a waist Ima get to bussin' at the first chance Shawty bad as hell but I ain't into romance I let the money talk, codeine dance Shawty just got her soul snatched off of one glance 4:30, nigga ain't rich but still got blue faces busting out the rubber bands Sippin on juice while i'm tryna get the upper hand 9 am I hit the airport out of Dallas I was still a little off balance Flying in and when I land I'm in the hood still tryna duck the fame status Cant let you run off with me I'm still one call away Girl your still getting tipsy And I still wont fade away
Writer(s): Unknown Unknown, Tobias Rasmussen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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