Molly involved?
None at all
Party tomorrow
Fine shit evolved
Broke down her walls
I want it all
And then some mo
Cause way before
I couldn't do the things I could and walk out doors
I couldn't even see a penny, I was broke
When I pulled up to bro crib there was no couch
I slept on the floor
Now I pull up to the club and throw wrist up
I got a double cup, it's stuffed like Dave Blunts
And a drink in my hand I tell her pour me up
I got her walking 'round the house like Sabrina
She my mutt
She do tricks
She's a slut
But not a bitch
I won't go back and forth with her like Serena
I'd rather get the bag and spend it on myself
Or on my fam
Or on the gang
Not no ham
Homie lame