Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
NAHVEYAH G
Songwriter
Lyrics
She gave me head inside the bed, but shit, my cash kept fallin' out
You homophobic, but dick riding, gangy, I can't make it out
"why you cuff that hoe?"
Shit, I don't know, we kept on fallin' out
Who show love to niggas when they got the
chance, they dogged him out?
Who threw dirt upon my name because I told
her that I'm out?
My ex had fucked up on her ex and, shit, I had
to exile
I hear ya boy work on the boat, okay, it
must've been a drought
LeBron would play for Golden State, before
I let you dog me out
Uh, uh, uh, now that I got your attention, Glide, when I walk and I move with a vengeance
Fuck fuckin', on miss independent, I want it, I buy it, I eye it, I spend it
I trick on a bitch, do a trick off a bitch, u ain't trickin' like this
Pull the cat out the bag and I rab' out the hat if I tell him he split
Got Shane on the mix and pain in pianos, I move like Soprano, I hop in a Danny
But then just a phantom, my dick gon' stand up like the National
I pick me a bitch out the DMs for random, bitch, I wanna fuck
She send me that look, bitch, I'm pullin' up, I come to your city, bitch, show me your titties
I fuck on a mill, I ain't talkin' bout Diddy
Niggas bro, really tho, but it dawned on me now
Niggas switch for a bitch, nigga, fuck the word of mouth
Heard you came to the Sip, nigga, knowin' what I'm bout
Wanna fuck on your bitch, shawty, show me what you bout
She gave me head inside the bed, but shit, my cash kept fallin' out
You homophobic, but dick riding gang, I can't make it out
Why you cuff that ho
Shit, I don't know, we kept on fallin' out
Who show love to niggas when they got the chance, they dogged him out?
Who threw dirt up on my name because I told her that I'm out
My ex had fucked up on her ex and shit, I had to X her out
I hear ya boy work on the boat, okay, it must've been a drought
LeBron would play for Golden State before I let you dog me out
I'm tryna get it, I got it
I had to paddle my pockets with profits to frolic about
Ain't no more doin' without
The way that I'm steppin', I don't got no gout
I'm bringin' my weapon whenever I'm out
And I'm keepin' my weapon when I'm at the house on the couch
Don't think for a second that shit that you reppin' ain't hectic
Like I know if they question you, tell out the mouth
Talkin' bout how you did that with an ounce
Or how you did that with some pounds
Shut the fuck up, I do what I do and I'm makin' my moves
And nigga, I don't make a sound
Niggas more flashy than flash bangs for attention
Then they come right out your house
Now your ass wonderin' how
But really deep down, you know that you sold yourself out
Honey, I dashed, I moved too fast again
I had to just get out the mix
I said the crib, just me, myself and my sticks
I'm thinkin' about goin' on a blitz
I'm tryna make me a hit
Whether this shit through a verse is done in the streets
Whatever come first, I still gotta eat
And a meal ain't enough, what I want is a feast
Give me a mil & I'm up, stuck, I'm stayin', I'm sayin' it's somethin' I need
I don't want your bitch, that hoe is a leech
She suck and she fuck for a bucket of cheese
Fuck do you mean? You just be sippin' for a hoe that's for the street
And she took the dick from many men for 50 cent a piece
(ShoutOutDavid)
Writer(s): Nahveyah G
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