Lyrics: Caresha Brownlee/Marvin Beauville/Shawn Pierre/Jonathon Holder
Music: Caresha Brownlee/Marvin Beauville/Shawn Pierre/Jonathon Holder
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(Hey, Don D, you a fool for this one)
I'm on a runway
I don't see a Tory in my lane, I'm with the savages
Drive the boat (Ha), sit on Megan face, ride it like a stallion
Everything we do is on the low, **** social media
I wanna take a flight with Durk, **** him and India (Durkio)
Tryna go baby on baby, if I could **** 'em both, that'll be crazy (Haha)
Future need to come and find this bitch like he Dora (Pluto)
Real hood shit, I ain't nothing like Lori
How you want it, we could rich or we could do somе drunk sex
Have Meek spittin' in this cat like hе on FunkFlex
Money bag I'm in the yo, I got a hit song
I need a verse, come through, just leave your bitch home (Haha)
Bitch hot and ready bring it to you like it's DoorDash
I can't even picture myself ****ing on lil' Kodak
Many men wanna suck this dick but I want 50 Cent (bitch)
I'll probably let Gotti hit 'cause he got them bricks
Have Rod Wave singin' in this bitch like a funeral
Put a ring on it, Tom Brady at the Super Bowl
I'm real pretty and siddity, took a jet to a private island on a date with Diddy
I like bad boys, no ho shit, Diddy let me put it in your face like them roaches (Like that)
And put your rich ass to sleep, buenas noches (Goodnight, nigga, hahaha, night, night, haha)
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