Lyrics

Here we go again Found out she was broke So I had to scoop her friend I'm Out in the A This is just for the weekend She text me fast where the bag Either bands or no linking I blocked her number quick (why) I just met her on the gram yesterday And she hit me wit this dumb shit Sometimes these bitches Yea they really amaze me Peep the fits that I complete And then they beg for my baby I like a bitch that's bout her Bidness Not the bitch beggin pay me It's the girls that's in the city I be driving them brazy Up And Early To A View How she wanna wake up I wanna wear a crispy tee Without seeing her my ake up It's the simple things That get in the way She tell me cash out in Dior But TV dinners is on the plate She think she bad and she a savage now She say her favorite artist Boosie And I got her friend to wipe me down Reply to stories all like imma clown You a 8 And she a 10 that's improving Why u can't be proud? And Please forgive me Just for thinking out loud But it was time to speak up On these bitches who foul They posting every single dollar Hoping fans will be proud Behind the scenes she like a farmer Trynna to milk every cow She Just A City Girl Stressin She Never Really Got It So The Spenders She Be Neckin See I'm not here for love I just came to see you naked You Flexing in your story Like your pussy is a weapon For 40 you could rent it You Know Them City Girls Stressin I put you on to game So just count me as a blessing BYATB I Just Hope You Get The Message If you was such a boss Then ya money you can spend it But why That Money Always Pending This situation just occurs every time These bitches talk a lot of dollars But they ain't got a dime You see them posting in a telly Only Fans Or They Live This ain't some shit that I'm just saying Seen the shit wit my eyes NPull up late and pop the Tron And watch the demon disguise You would've thought she was a lady Man that bitch for the guys In the dm trynna see me I'm not really surprised And best believe if that's my ex You always single my guy Fly Niggas get the first day fucks We know wassup A lil food & 42 And she'll be giving it up In the Uber I maneuver No rubber and I'm shooter And I'm always selling dreams More dangerous than Freddy Kruger (1, 2) It's really simple math Hit em wit a lil gas Tell em that they got some ass You got em once you flash the cash I only preach what I know And I know bitches is hoes Selling they souls For Chanel and the finer clothes They jackin that they got it tho I laugh and be like yea I know Pour my feelings in a styrofoam Smoke a blunt of runts I bust a nut then I send you home Another shawty Trynna work the pole I do the same then she gotta go I tell the truth to my women I always lie to my bitches It's a difference If you don't know than in this world You finished She Just A City Girl Stressin She Never Really Got It So The Spenders She Be Neckin See I'm not here for love I just came to see you naked You Flexing in your story Like your pussy is a weapon For 40 you could rent it You Know Them City Girls Stressin I put you on to game So just count me as a blessing BYATB I Just Hope You Get The Message If you was such a boss Then ya money you can spend it But why That Money Always Pending Milly T BNB Keep them broke bitches from around me
Writer(s): Treyvon Godfrey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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