I think you tried to play me now
I think you tried to play me now
Fuck, I don't really tell you shit
But I got mad shit to tell you now
Couple racks on some petty shit
For a bag she gon' do it all, ooh
She get blind on some petty shit
Talk about what she don't do no more
You know, gir,l you really do the most
You just wanna run around with your girls and talk about how I run around with the bros
When I already know how this shit goes, yeah
Think I'm addicted to the money, ooh
I ain't sayin' that it's true but I do
Ooh, yeah
Like na, na, na, na
And I swear to God
Any nigga try to touch my chain gon' die
Fifty shots like ra, ra, ra
And they won't ever catch me lackin'
Yeah, a Bronx nigga came with a ratchet
Nine bands on a Gucci jacket
But my heart so cold this shit feel like plastic
I can tell you a little somethin' 'bout some trap shit
But you don't wanna go there, shit get nasty
I can tell you, man, you still a savage
I can tell you really good at actin'
I know you want the one who run it up, ooh
I can tell you when you still a thug, ooh
And you told me you still lookin' for love, ooh
I can't lie, at first I wanted to fuck you
Look, I can't lie, at first I wanted to fuck you
I told you to hit me I was like, "come through"
I probably bought everything at Louis Vuttion, ooh
I got the bag, got the hoodies, I got the duffels
Money can't make that nigga
Money don't make that nigga, don't hate that nigga
If I pull up in a Maybach, nigga
Please don't hate that, nigga
And they won't ever catch me lackin'
Yeah, a Bronx nigga came with a ratchet
Nine bands on a Gucci jacket
But my heart so cold this shit feel like plastic
I can tell you a little somethin' 'bout some trap shit
But you don't wanna go there, shit get nasty
I can tell you man you still a savage
I can tell you really good at actin'
30, you a fool for this one I think you tried to play me now I think you tried to play me now Fuck, I don't really tell you shit But I got mad shit to tell you now Couple racks on some petty shit For a bag she gon' do it all, ooh She get blind on some petty shit Talk about what she don't do no more You know, gir,l you really do the most You just wanna run around with your girls and talk about how I run around with the bros When I already know how this shit goes, yeah Think I'm addicted to the money, ooh I ain't sayin' that it's true but I do Ooh, yeah Like na, na, na, na And I swear to God Any nigga try to touch my chain gon' die Fifty shots like ra, ra, ra And they won't ever catch me lackin' Yeah, a Bronx nigga came with a ratchet Nine bands on a Gucci jacket But my heart so cold this shit feel like plastic I can tell you a little somethin' 'bout some trap shit But you don't wanna go there, shit get nasty I can tell you, man, you still a savage I can tell you really good at actin' I know you want the one who run it up, ooh I can tell you when you still a thug, ooh And you told me you still lookin' for love, ooh I can't lie, at first I wanted to fuck you Look, I can't lie, at first I wanted to fuck you I told you to hit me I was like, "come through" I probably bought everything at Louis Vuttion, ooh I got the bag, got the hoodies, I got the duffels Money can't make that nigga Money don't make that nigga, don't hate that nigga If I pull up in a Maybach, nigga Please don't hate that, nigga And they won't ever catch me lackin' Yeah, a Bronx nigga came with a ratchet Nine bands on a Gucci jacket But my heart so cold this shit feel like plastic I can tell you a little somethin' 'bout some trap shit But you don't wanna go there, shit get nasty I can tell you man you still a savage I can tell you really good at actin' Explain Request ×
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