[Intro: CashBently]
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah (Guala Beatz, bring it back!)
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
I done took a couple losses in one year
But brother, I'm gon' ball like it's my last year
Some niggas tryna take me out, I don't care
She come and slide up in the room with no underwear
[Chorus: 909Memphis]
And she don't like the way that we into fashion
She say we distracted by the bad bitch, this ain't happenin'
I think I'm fallin' out of love with you, it's sad, ain't it?
I think she's too confused, she's mismatching that fabric
I been sippin drank with Act' in it
None of that shit just made me act different
I guess I'm too obsessed with bad women
And when you hear this song, put ass in it
[Verse 1: CashBently & 909Memphis]
But all them lies, get up out my face
And it cost zero dollars just to stay in your lane
I'ma catch a lil homie 'cause y'all niggas goin' insane
Throwin' hundreds in the club, yeah, we sippin' champagne
But if it's still goin' well, I hope this shit last
We rollin' up weed, poppin' bottles in first class
'Cause we like these hundreds, baby, I could buy you an ass
I'm hopin' our good times never go bad, bad
Don't change your ways
I still see your face, I
Free all of my homies out the feds, yeah
And we gettin' to this money like a race, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah (Guala Beatz, bring it back!)
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
I done took a couple losses in one year
But brother, I'm gon' ball like it's my last year
Some niggas tryna take me out, I don't care
She come and slide up in the room with no underwear
[Chorus: 909Memphis]
And she don't like the way that we into fashion
She say we distracted by the bad bitch, this ain't happenin'
I think I'm fallin' out of love with you, it's sad, ain't it?
I think she's too confused, she's mismatching that fabric
I been sippin drank with Act' in it
None of that shit just made me act different
I guess I'm too obsessed with bad women
And when you hear this song, put ass in it
[Verse 1: CashBently & 909Memphis]
But all them lies, get up out my face
And it cost zero dollars just to stay in your lane
I'ma catch a lil homie 'cause y'all niggas goin' insane
Throwin' hundreds in the club, yeah, we sippin' champagne
But if it's still goin' well, I hope this shit last
We rollin' up weed, poppin' bottles in first class
'Cause we like these hundreds, baby, I could buy you an ass
I'm hopin' our good times never go bad, bad
Don't change your ways
I still see your face, I
Free all of my homies out the feds, yeah
And we gettin' to this money like a race, yeah
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