Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stormi Rose
Performer
BgLean
Performer
Qwaysar
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stormi Rose
Songwriter
BgLean
Songwriter
Lyrics
I ain't got time
For a broke man
Why?
You can't be broke and
A hoe
Boy bye
You knew wasn't finna
Get that off
Why try?
I-I-I
Ain't letting shit slide
Wait, hold up Storm
Can I get a minute?
My minute's cost a dollar
Yeen een makin sense
You fuckin wit them
Rat hoes baby
And I sense it
You do that shit for pictures
You ain't really from the trenches
If I let you in these drawls
You ain't gone wanna
Come out
Say the password
You know where to
Put yo mouth
And I fuck with you so hard
Cause you know how to put it down
And if he speakin on my mans
I'll have em put you down
Doing allat
Talking where yo face at?
Ima match yo energy
It's kinda hard to take that
I do it real sexy like
I make you wanna taste that
I'm ya favorite liquor
Wanna lick her
Wit no chaser
You ont need no chaser
Don't say you need to breathe
Finna meet a demon
That tequila get me in me
Way I put it on em
Got em weak up in the knees
Take him to nirvana
He like what you
Do to me
Mmm
Sshhh just sit back
Taste that
Stamp it on his face
Like a face tat
Lay back
Ima, do that thing
You like yeah I'm
Feeling real bad
Bitches want yo dick
But now I'm on it
& They real mad
Man niggas trippin
Y'all done got me in that mode
Sayin that I'm broke bitch
I ain't got to up a roll
I ain't got to show you shit
It's better off if y'all ain't know
And Ian coming to no party
If I can't come in wit my pole
Why
Nigga I can't trust soul
I'm gone get this pape and
Keep it coming that's fasho
Niggas out here buying blicks just ta be running with his pole
I ain't never ran from shit
You niggas know just what I'm on
Nah
Nigga I been on the road
I been trying to get it
That's just all a nigga know
Niggas taking about some money
I been balling with the pros
Finna cop me a little
Just know I'm dawg in it fasho
Nigga niggas need to learn they place
Niggas asking about my whereabouts
You probably gay
Why you flexing wit dat gun
When we know it's probably fake
Niggas always run they mouth
They trying to troll me everyday
I said
Fuck a Glock I'm rolling
With da baby Drake
I said
Buddy dead he in the dirt
Cause he a snake
I said
They get behind why I got blick
Then it's a chase
I said
You gone look dumb thinking
I'm going cause
I ain't Nigga I should prolly
Call y'all niggas sons
Cause I spank niggas
Bitches want to talk about my funds
Like I ain't winning
Ima up ah roll so I can
Throw it in they face wit it
Niggas steady talking bout it's fonk
But yet they ain't spinnin hmm hmm
Call it day I just got me a lil
Just kno dat bitch calling your name
Fuck a turnaround we spinning once
They know dat we got aim
Never lack if you see me then
You should know that G Lock came
Yeaa yeaa yea I'm on to something
Got to do this for the fam
I feel I this shit
I know it's coming
Nigga better move around
Cause right now I won't go for nunin
Arp stuffed with the titties right now this
Bitch hold a hundred
Put that on yo life
Watch how quick you get it
Taken
Bitch I am an Empress
You ain't shit
Don't be mistaken
I gave bitches chances
Left the throne up for the taking
Bitches cute as fuck
But they still ain't fuckin made it
Up a hunnid bandz
Right back finna flip it
Still up in them pockets
Here the cash-tag
Send it
Doing all-at jeffin
And I'm standing onnat business
Keep throwing subliminals
Bitch stay up out my mentions
Good in every hood
If the bitch don't like me
Prolly cause her nigga want me
I ain't even want him
I just talk shit when I'm horny
Bitches riding me
And the shit really alarming
Yeah, bitch get off my dick
Bitches hate on me because
I really am the shit
Yeah, and we really gettin rich
Y'all know we wit the shit
Yea, & y'all know
What we on
Where the fuck that money at?!
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