Lyrics

Huh, Skoo baby Step correct I really don't need no ice on my neck Lizzy my language, bitch, show me respect Need a Skoo island, like fuck a Patek Niggas was mad when I told them I'm next That's why I cant let them see none my cheque My homie died, but he lives, I'm a vessel Tell my lil' brother I won't let them get you Fuck the streets and the system, they both took my niggas Run through the bands, I can't fold none my digits She want hold my hand 'cause she know how I'm living Tell 'em pull up man they know that I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent Fuck the streets and the system, they both took my niggas Run through the bands, I can't fold none my digits She want hold my hand 'cause she know how I'm living Tell 'em pull up man they know that I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent Every day go to the moon The drugs set me free Baby girl, look at you Baby girl, you really make me weak But don't step on my sneaks She wanna know why we don't speak 'Cause I've been in the studio for weeks And she took a sip of what's in my cup I know she felt that shit for weeks I love Lizzy, like bees loving honey So fuck the materials, you know I'm paper chasing I got brothers could never go hungry That's cause I got money Just praying they beat their cases Ooh, damn Lil' ma I could be in your arms for ages I gotta leave just right after you take this 'Cause I gotta get to this l'argent Fuck the streets and the system, they both took my niggas Run through the bands, I can't fold none my digits She want hold my hand 'cause she know how I'm living Tell 'em pull up man they know that I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent Fuck the streets and the system, they both took my niggas Run through the bands, I can't fold none my digits She want hold my hand 'cause she know how I'm living Tell 'em pull up man they know that I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
Writer(s): Jordan Day Reid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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