40onmywaist (Bonus) Ways

[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, this Ways, and you fuckin' with Team Rem
(dreamnote)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Forty on my waist, and I let that bitch go (Go)
Uh, fuckin' on yo' bitch, I take her in my home
Getting all this cash, lil' bitch, I like the dough
Feds at the front, please don't open the door, door
She said, that my heart's too cold, like no
Bitch you trippin', that's on bro (Bro), woah
She wanna wear like all my clothes (Woah), no
Gettin money, I'ma- oh
I'm fuckin' on yo thot, and you gon' cry
I don't read no books, I'd rather die
I don't fuck no bitches, that be nice
I don't even wanna fuck with that bitch, she not my type
On the real though, ayy, on the real though
She think she my Lilo
I just wanna smoke that kilo', bitch
Ballin' like I'm Deebo
That bitch smell like B.O
Whole gang movin' bricks, I think we might just catch a RICO, ayy
Got my bitch wet, got yo' bitch wet, grab yo' bitch, by the neck
'Cause she like it
You a fucking lame, yeah you a sidekick, woah