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(Do me Doobie)
I ain't got no more free game
Tell these dumb bitches, "go to school"
More money brings more problems that these broke hoes will never go through
I ain't worried 'bout that little pay, I ain't even gonna hold you
I woke up next to a squirter, got pussy creamer in my cold brew
Bitch, I'm going!
Shot after shot after shot loaded
He think he's somethin' he not exposin'
Way that she blow it gon' cause an explosion
I ain't the two, I'm the one, I was chosen
I get the bag, so I brag, I'm a boastеr
I'm a youngboul, I ain't whippin' the doors
It's do me Doobie though you prolly don't know
Lotta bit sinnеr, lil' bit hoe
Roll a batwing to get me there
Clear my thoughts while she give me head
Everybody like "gimme gimme"
Must've heard the news, gimme dat
He got shot with his hand out
Think it's safe to say, it ain't safe to beg
All I talk is money in the bank
Got this shit on lock, call that safe to say
All you cornies ain't got it for me
I'm bendin' corners in a new Ferrari
Time is costly, why they clock it for me?
If you say you want it, why you lethargic?
No one cares about your sob story
I just wanna get the bag and party
Heard your girl had the hots for me
I won't fuck her, you can have shawty
Yeah, I'm stickin' to it
Now I'm rich as fuck, I admit the truth
I been gettin' to it, why your bitch is choosin'
I talk money fluent, bitch I'm thumbin' through it
I fuck it off (fuck it off, yeah)
Fuck it, fuck it off, yeah (fuck it off)
Fuck it off, yeah, fuck it, fuck it off
I fuck it off (fuck it off, yeah)
Fuck it, fuck it off, yeah (fuck it off)
Fuck it off, yeah, fuck it, fuck it off
I fuck it off
Your favourite rapper (wack!)
But me? (I'm tight as fuck, uh)
She don't get it, it's a damn shame
All we ever do now is fight and fuck but, I'm fly as fuck
Mile high club, sign me up
If I lost my V-Card on an airplane
Bet I still wouldn't give a flying fuck
Holy mother Mary, Father God
I ain't a holy roller, but I have been crossed
All you need me now boy must be off it
How you burn the bridge to try to walk across it?
Rollie on me, I don't rock it often
They be pocket watchin' shit I don't indulge it
You ahead of yourself, boy you need to chalk it
Your jewelry's worth 'bout as much as talkin'
Who? You cheap bitch, tell all my haters to eat dick
He think he slick, this hundred round drum before them like beat kicks
'Cause we not on no sweet shit, so eat shit
I ain't gotta soul, you can't reap this
They like "he did" I'm in a private jet yeah, we different
You know you can't reach this (ah-whoo!)
Spend a whole check in the mall
I get it right back by tomorrow, I don't have to ball
I do this shit 'cause I want it, so no I ain't flexin' at all I'm settin' it off
Ice on my neck with the frost, I'm feeling like Jack in the box, I'm hittin' it hard
All of you fuckers could suck it, you mad I got money, I love it, the life of a star
Yeah, I'm stickin' to it
Now I'm rich as fuck, I admit the truth
I been gettin' to it, why your bitch is choosin'
I talk money fluent, bitch, I'm thumbin' through it
I fuck it off (fuck it off, yeah)
Fuck it, fuck it off, yeah (fuck it off)
Fuck it off, yeah, fuck it, fuck it off
I fuck it off (fuck it off, yeah)
Fuck it, fuck it off, yeah (fuck it off)
Fuck it off, yeah, fuck it, fuck it off
I fuck it off (do me Doobie)