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I need thirty bitches, thirty bands
Gold watches on my mans
Keep a stack in my pants
That's just for the dividends
I'm the king, your bitch my hand
Mastermind behind her drip
She fuck me, I ain't gotta tip
She thirsty, she gon' take a sip
I bet she locked at my hip
This shit can get hella crazy
Only pop out if it's brazy
Know these niggas hella hatin'
Push up, start evaporatin'
Sneak diss, you niggas baitin'
Five-star, she left my rating
Saw me, pussy condensatin'
Too many nights, too many requests for me
I can't escape what you want from me
Too many nights, too many requests for me
Can't escape what you want from
What's a classic without a B-side?
What's the Beatles without Yoko Ono?
Yo, I don't wanna know
So many of 'em look like me, right?
Onto something new, we get along forever
It's mysterious to me too, I can't be wrong forever
You got me tied up in your truth, so I'm yours forever
So I'm your fantasy, tell me things you want to see
Belongs to her, belongs to me
It's wrong for her, it works for me
Hiding out on the beach
Tip-toeing 'round some secrets
Bitching 'bout you tryna leave me
Cut me out, you make-believing
Switch 'em out like some seasons
New Orleans by the weekend
If you need it, then I'm leaving
Just make sure that we even
It's me
Too many nights, too many requests for me
Gotta skip on what you want for me
Too many nights, too many requests for me
Gotta skip on what you want for
Gotta skip on what you want for
What matters that you care about?
What matters is all that I cared about (God)
These diamonds bitin' me
Coming home is enough for me
Styrofoam, ain't goin' out tonight
It's wrong for your heart, but it works for me
These diamonds bitin' me
Coming home is enough for me
Styrofoam, ain't goin' out tonight
It's wrong for your heart, but it works for me