调：D major•
Verse 1
right?
It's fuckin' like I'll never be alone
Every time I cut him off,
Bitches ain't shittin',
that's the shit I don't condone
But I think I got that abortion, now I chill
I always order the bill
Get whatever you want,
don't worry I got the bill
The waiter tippin' our cups
You clean up nice, that's a mean blue hill
I get a bird, flip a bird, open Merlo
Chillin' like a palm tree under A .C.
F
Em
I'm never frontin', I be frontin' niggas
And if that paper ain't right,
then I'm confrontin' niggas
F
Em
I'm just living that life and it's how it go
baby, this is dope
Nice
This for the bitches going
through them phones
To confirm the suspicion
That's the type of shit
I shouldn't be going through,
I'm grown
cause what he going
You ever been coming off a long day?
F
Em
Lou bottoms are red, Tiffany boxes are blue
the business ventures are new
now how blessed are you?
My bitch trippin',
got me in here sippin' Merlot
why we arguing about her though?
Em
D
We just cool, baby, really nothing to it
it, then I ain't do it
Your girlfriend say I ain't shit
Them bitches show they true colors
when the paint chips
feelin' I'll bank slips
Harry Potter coat whiter than a dove
Gettin' money feels sweeter
than a mother's love
28 year olds bought these
potato fanatas
I just kick it better
nigga, nothin' less
girlie, bees, whatever
They call me a asshole,
shit, I'm gettin' paid
In these New York times,
still dealin' in major
No pause, never pause, still meltin' raw
powder
I really mean that, diplomats, 0 -4
me for a good price
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