I can't fuck With rappers these bitches get on my nerves Call out to my shooter he puttin' you on a shirt I can't fall in love 'cause I'm puttin' the money first Know some of you bitches wanna see me in the dirt
Bitch, I'm flexed up Tell me why these hoes always gotta be so extra Chasin' hella commas till I'm whippin' in a Tesla Remember I was down now I never feel the pressure Used to drop the cookies on my motherfuckin' dresser I was down back then But I'm up now! Remember she don't like me but she hit my phone to fuck now IPhone keep on ringing swear it's like I am the plug now Money coming to me I ain't gotta sell no drugs now Bitch we coming for you send these shots like alcoholic I remember being broke and having nothing in my wallet Either Gucci or the Louis if I see it then I cop it While these fuckers hatin' on me Tell these hatin' bitches "Stop it"
I can't fuck With rappers these bitches get on my nerves Call out to my shooter he puttin' you on a shirt I can't fall in love 'cause I'm puttin' the money first Know some of you bitches wanna see me in the dirt
I can't fuck With rappers these bitches get on my nerves Call out to my shooter he puttin' you on a shirt I can't fall in love 'cause I'm puttin' the money first Know some of you bitches wanna see me in the dirt
I can't fuck with Rappers these bitches get on my nerves Call out to my shooter he puttin' you on a shirt I can't fall in love 'cause I'm puttin' the money first Know some of you bitches wanna see me in the dirtTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
