Kickin' shit with no smell
Say she got a man, I keep it player
Don't speak to these hoes I'm just a slayer
I'm bool in my prime, 'cause our stars don't shine
Rollin' out my mind, yeah
When I pour a four up, slow up
I got hoes at the door
We got bags on the floor
We brought cash but we want more
It's not the same
We're not the same, we're not the same
Press a button, bitch I go up
Pressure a button, open doors
Bad bitches, they got mores
Be with fours, I had no choice
It's not the same
It's not the same, it's not the same
I was brought up a lil different
This Rollie here it ain't ticking
I prefer all of my bitches
Ratchet but they get exquisite
Fuck her and give her the business
Long as the bank print it
I'ma get up and go get it
Damn it's a wonderful feeling
I keep them racks just like tennis
Two hundred my dash, digit
Fuck around and got a ticket
Living life so relentless
Bitch I'm cool like a frigid
Bitch I'm crafty like linen
Bitch I ball with no pivot
Louis V down my ears
Kickin' shit with no smell
Say she got a man, I keep it player
Don't speak to these hoes I'm just a slayer
I'm bool in my prime, 'cause our stars don't shine
Rollin' out my mind, yeah
When I pour a four up, slow up
I got hoes at the door
We got bags on the floor
We brought cash but we want more
It's not the same
We're not the same, we're not the same
Press a button, bitch I go up
Pressure a button, open doors
Bad bitches, they got mores
Be with fours, I had no choice
It's not the same
It's not the same, it's not the same
Don't do no relations
I fuck these hoes on the daily
You having screens attached
I don't agree with that
You steady screaming facts
I don't believe in that
Nigga we not the same
I just blew out the brain
Got on Dior Sauvage
She all on my private part
You opping shit from hard
You opping shit from hard
I had to play my cards
Got foreigns inside my garage
We on the DL, I keep it three player
Kickin' shit with no smell
Say she got a man, I keep it player
Don't speak to these hoes I'm just a slayer
I'm bool in my prime, 'cause our stars don't shine
Rollin' out my mind, yeah
When I pour a four up, slow up
I got hoes at the door
We got bags on the floor
We brought cash but we want more
It's not the same
We're not the same, we're not the same
Press a button, bitch I go up
Pressure a button, open doors
Bad bitches, they got mores
Be with fours, I had no choice
It's not the same
It's not the same, it's not the same
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