Lyrics: Kimbrya Mccraney
Music: Kimbrya Mccraney
(feel like (?...)) (damn, spancy)
If you ain't tryna spend no money
Get the **** up out my face, n***a
I think i'm the shit and my shit don't stank, n***a
All i thank is money, n***a
What the **** you thank, n***a?
Ion wanna go on dates, take me to the bank (ooh)
Playin' like you killer and get smoked like a vape (ooh)
You would think i was a pencil way i'm gettin' to that pape (ooh)
Pretty ass face, you woulda thought i was a saint, fool
To be honest, this b***h cool as hell
A ten, she broke my scale
Which whip i wanna drive today?
I got keys like the mail
Why she won't come outside today?
That b***h scary as hell
Gas her head, we gon' pump hะตr
You would think we work at shell
B o double s, b***h, i ะตmploy myself
Might pull up in the cat 'cuz i'm the type to give em hell
Where the **** is all my bottles?
Throw them dollars in the air
Got on so much ice and this b***h lit up like a fair
I need a rich nigga
Send them bills, you get through the gates (uh huh)
If you ain't tryna spend no money
Get the **** up out my face, n***a
I think i'm the shit and my shit don't stank, n***a
All i thank is money, n***a
What the **** you thank, n***a?
Ion wanna go on dates, take me to the bank
Playin' like you killer and get smoked like a vape
You would think i was a pencil the way i'm gettin to that pape
Pretty ass face, you woulda thought i was a saint, fool
Aye, ain't shit sweet but i got sugar in my tank
I'm on b*****s necks i know they shit startin' to ache
He gon' take you to the crib, we on a date
Broke b*****s get the chicken
I get steak, wagyu
Good brain, classroom
P***y wet, bathroom
Creme filling, macaron
Mouth crazy, vacuum
Huh, i'm bookin' shows back to back
They in the chatrooms
Hoe try me at ten
Imma kill her ass at noon
Tell them b*****s i'm 'bout business
Stay the **** up out my way
If you ain't tryna spend no money
Get the **** up out my face, n***a
I think i'm the shit and my shit don't stank, n***a
All i thank is money, n***a
What the **** you thank, n***a?
Ion wanna go on dates, take me to the bank
Playin' like you killer and get smoked like a vape
You would think i was a pencil way i'm gettin' to this pape
Pretty ass face, you woulda thought i was a saint, fool