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She get her Prada from me
Then she gon' go back to him
She got two for her Gucci purse
She got one for her rent
It ain't none I can do for her, so I'm gonna pretend
She want a Benz so she can go stunt with her friends
She gon' tell me she love me
But I ain't paying her rent
It's going down
I got money so this bitch wanna know me now
Not smoking a gram lil' na we rolling loud
Touch mine and we rolling out
I popped a Xan' and I'm zoning out
Bitch what you doing, I can't feel my face what the fuck going on
Oh you just tryna get to my money
Seen the setup never been a dummy
I'ma just spray like I'm clumsy
Zip that bitch up like she wearing a onesie
Hoe I thought that you want me
Lie through your lips when you said that you love me
That alright cause I'm changing my role
Only giving my love to my pole
I want you bad, but I'm letting it go
You ain't love me you in love with my dough
I'ma get lit with the bros
They said I been winning, I already know
Gang pull up we do the most
And he like to dance so it's shots to his toes
I can't get lost on the road
Driving the whip, I got lots of control
Think I lost a few stones
I'ma tweak out if I find out who stole
Keep a heater cause it could get cold
This groupie keep wallin' the weed make her bold
I told him sum' and he told, know if we go down that lil' boy gonna fold
She get her Prada from me
Than she gon' go back to him
She got two for her Gucci purse
She got one for her rent
It ain't none I can do for her, so I'm gonna pretend