I know that boy wanna be me
Wake up in the morning and my phone keeps ringing
I just paid a thousand on some clothes, they don't mean shit
I think that I got a small feeling up at all this
Tell me why you had to fuck it up
Bitch I'm better on my own, I don't fuck with y'all
I'm just chillin' with my gang yeah we all-stars
I'm just chillin' with my gang yeah we all-stars
But tell me why you had to fuck it up
Bitch I'm better on my own, I don't fuck with y'all
I'm just chillin' with my gang yeah we all-stars
I'm just chillin' with my gang yeah we all-stars
Dress to impress
I got hickeys on my neck
I'ma go steal that money
Make it back, when I begin
???
I got it too, bitch I never lose
Get up out of here
I got real, real money it's not digital
???
When i see my niggas winning its so beautiful
When your sitting by my side I fell better though
Tell me why you had to fuck it up
Bitch I'm better on my own, I don't fuck with y'all
I'm just chillin' with my gang yeah we all-stars
I'm just chillin' with my gang yeah we all-stars
Tell me why you had to fuck it up
Bitch I'm better on my own, I don't fuck with y'all
I'm just chillin' with my gang yeah we all-stars
I'm just chillin' with my gang yeah we all-stars
(But I don't think I can love you)
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