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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Grayson Bayless
Songwriter
Lyrics
She gone shake that ass for her books paid
Yea
She knew what it was
Had to check her off my list
Fucked her on a friday
You bought that bitch some roses she choking on this dick
I used to try to save them hoes
Ended up heartbroken with a pocket full of shit
Promoter want me at the shows
Need my money counted out don't be short a fucking cent
Yea
I ain't no simp nigga
All this profit in my pocket no percent nigga
Made it happen driving in the rain with tints nigga
God sat me down and said its time to get these m's nigga
You call that bitch your wife i call her for the night
Blowing up my phone lolo get this pussy right
Yea
Know just what i like
Pull me in grip it tight
Baby got that type of head that make you put her on a flight
Flew her to the ville she wanna see wassup wit it
Five percent around my windows you can't see what's up in it
Casamigos and some freak hoes ima take a dive in it
Quater tank of gwop exotics got me stuck in high spirits
Yea
Baby cuz you fucking with a p
Aint no lying ima only state facts
That's a fact
That's a
Yea
Turnt a college girl into a stripper put the money up and she gone bring it back
Bring it back nigga yea
She gone shake that ass for her books paid
Yea
She knew what it was
Had to check her off my list
Fucked her on a friday
You bought that bitch some roses she choking on this dick
I used to try to save them hoes
Ended up heartbroken with a pocket full of shit
Promoter want me at the shows
Need my money counted out don't be short a fucking cent
Writer(s): Noah Bayless
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