All my bitches be bad, bad
Couple thousand on my fit, this ain't your shit, these hoes ain't had that
Leave out, talkin' my shit
That ain't my bitch, these bitches be sad, sad
Niggas got that bag, bag (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Got me sittin' here thinkin' like-
Wanna make you my baby
Vibe, make a nigga night crazy
Bitches know I got paper
I don't even really like sagin'
Seen you at the right time
Know you wanna have a nice time
Wanna pull your phone out
I don't even really like mine
Uh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Ayy, oh-oh-oh-oh
Let me get that for you, talkin' to her, or you
I can see you, go mama, fuck me on sight, arrival
Big ting got silence, my bro, he like violence
Can't see, profilin', sit beside, co-pilot
Give me that you, give me that we
Give me that hype, can't see you no more
Can't be fuckin' on you, then fuckin' on her
Tell a bitch like "Hold on"
Clip got thirty, and they put a perky on it
Have a nigga all wide awake
Wanna take you outside the state
Bitches comin' outside today
I can't never be around baby
Vibe, make a nigga night crazy
She know I got money, I don't like sagin'
Uh, uh, uh
Wanna make you my baby
Vibe, make a nigga night crazy
Bitches know I got paper
I don't even really like sagin'
Seen you at the right time
Know you wanna have a nice time
Wanna pull your phone out
I don't even really like mine
Uh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Ayy, oh-oh-oh-oh
Uh, ayy-yeah, yeah
Go again
Woah, ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah, uh
Wanna make you my baby
Vibe, make a nigga night crazy
Bitches know I got paper
I don't even really like sagin'
Seen you at the right time
Know you wanna have a nice time
Wanna pull your phone out
I don't even really like mine
Uh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Ayy, oh-oh-oh-oh
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