Music: Matthew Fontanilla Manuel/Durk Banks
[Intro]
(Wait, matthew, did you make this?)
[Pre-Chorus]
I love to ****, I love to ****, I love to fuc
She got her tummy tuck, her tummy tuck, her tummy tuck
She a slutty slut, a slutty slut, a slutty slut
Her pussy good, when I can taste it, I'm like, "What the ****?
[Chorus]
Selling lashes, she tryna get her money up
She got money out the mud, yeah, double up
She can tell whenever it's drug money, it's crumpled up
She just tryna find a vender to get her bundles up
[Verse]
When that bitch so good, I'm like, "What the ****?
Shะต on top when she ride, I might bust a nut
You tryna kill my vibะต, I don't even say what's up
And I showed 'em all my lifestyle but letting up
I remember I had the bond out, she paid a dub
I don't trust none of these groupie hoes, don't give 'em hugs
My first time went and bustdown gave me a rush
You prove that you a slut, you cannot be trust
I can't even lie, I done fell in love
I fell out with my dog, that shit was tough
As long as niggas don't slime me out, I don't give a fuc
I done seen young niggas die, oh
It don't matter who you love, the matter relationships ain't what it seems
It don't matter who you love, that shit go off loyalty
I gave her thirty-one kisses, Halloween
I'ma go get her diamonds, yeah
Expensive veneer, I'm smiling, yeah
Don't ask me about no crop-top, your pussy big, yea
I told her I'm a lil' jealous when we in public, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
I love to ****, I love to ****, I love to fuc
She got her tummy tuck, her tummy tuck, her tummy tuck
She a slutty slut, a slutty slut, a slutty slut
Her pussy good, when I can taste it, I'm like, "What the ****?
[Chorus]
Selling lashes, she tryna get her money up
She tryna get her money up
Selling lashes, she tryna get her money up
She tryna get her money up