Lyrics: Austin Guitar
Music: Austin Guitar
And nigga really tryna chat, so run it back, oh yeah
And if you tryna play me like that, you gettin' zapped, oh yeah
And all this cash back, I get money back, oh yeah
You at that dead end, no doors opening for ya
And why they really tryna do me like that?
Niggas are the new bitches, talkin' behind my back
Too much cash in my jeans, it weigh down on my pants
Name one time I switched up, I know you can't
When I fly, I just go, I hope I never land
I'm with my niggas, we on top, hope you understand
You a flop, you a bitch, and you got no chance
And when I shine, all these hunnids, I'ma do my dance
Stick to ya role, unfair, I know
With them boyz shuttin' down the show
Fvck stickin' to code
Tom Ford cologne
Stunt on these niggas so crazy, make they brain explode
And nigga really tryna chat, so run it back, oh yeah
And if you tryna play me like that, you gettin' zapped, oh yeah
And all this cash back, I get money back, oh yeah
You at that dead end, no doors opening for ya
And why they really tryna do me like that?
Niggas are the new bitches, talkin' behind my back
Too much cash in my jeans, it weigh down on my pants
Name one time I switched up, I know you can't