Letras
All I do is think about you
Ooh, baby. Ooh, baby
Is think about you
Is think about you
Ooh, baby. Ooh, baby
I think about you
I think about you
OG in the ziploc, she stay down while I'm headed to the tip top
Pockets on Rick Ross, fiends don't play in the water, they don't skip rocks
Yeah, Fonz with the slick talk
Hit your bitch all summer long, word to Kid Rock
Beating up them pussy yeah I kick box
Talking on my bitch, you get Chris Rocked
Make the clip bark, yeah, that's stick talk
Steve Madden the way these bitches flip flop
Whole lotta money, yeah, that's big guap
And y'all got band-aid money, you get ripped off
Real niggas talkin', by you we can hear a pin drop
Niggas tripping on bitches that got off TikTok
I be hitting them switches, I let my wrist talk
Who you kidding? I did it, now niggas pissed off
You, you and her, and her
Too many drinks, got me slurring my words
Black and gold, baby, yeah, shout out the 'burgh
Count checks every day, the first and the third
You make my soul a burning fire
You
Burning fire
Burning fire
Can't you see
I gotta get it till I'm in the casket
Baby, once I hit it, then it's everlasting
Never get timid when the lights is flashing
Ain't no limit, On go getters passion
Ain't talking Bernie when I say I'm macking
Ain't with that small talk, let's get it cracking
All blogs say, MN, I'm the captain
This shit ain't black or white, Michael Jackson
Old and new eras know that you cappin
Out in Chicago, they treat me like Paxton
My girl Mulatto her sheets full of satin
All of my problems get rolled in Dutch Masters
Running this shit, I feel like Myles Gaskin
Good things add when the fake start subtracting
If you ain't in my life, it's fake, so stop asking
You know it's right, it's fatal attraction