[Intro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & EBK
Jaaybo]
I love money, I don't love bitches
Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
My nigga, we don't fuck… with ya
So why you fuck with us?
I believed in you, should've told me you had a seed in you
This whole time you was frontin' and I ain't see it in you
Now I'm thinkin' what was you doin' when I ain't sleep with you
Now your toothbrush is my new Jordan cleaner
I know what a ten is, you not Serena
(Yeah)
You was supposed to be my dream girl
(Aye)
Two-seater, for me and you in a—
[Verse 1]
You was supposed to be my dream girl
Thought you was legit, you really wasn't
I was down on my dick and you ain't offer niggas nothing
Came from the struggle to designer on my bunions
Streets ain't healthy for my soul, i'm infatuated with thuggin'
Free Max and baby Maxx too
Spoke upon my name then got it tattooed
Used to have a title now she ran through
She left to go find something that was real, I would've fagged too
I been missing pops, i'm in my foreign reminiscing bout him
Move around him, ain't worth a sentence so i ain't down
He talk his mouth off on instagram and that's the way they found em
No face, hit his esophagus just for perpetuating
Popped a nigga, right when i bought the blick so i had to trade it
Bussin' plays, I gotta make sure that my dreams straight
And every time my homies wasn't eating, I would share a plate
Jaaybo]
I love money, I don't love bitches
Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches
My nigga, we don't fuck… with ya
So why you fuck with us?
I believed in you, should've told me you had a seed in you
This whole time you was frontin' and I ain't see it in you
Now I'm thinkin' what was you doin' when I ain't sleep with you
Now your toothbrush is my new Jordan cleaner
I know what a ten is, you not Serena
(Yeah)
You was supposed to be my dream girl
(Aye)
Two-seater, for me and you in a—
[Verse 1]
You was supposed to be my dream girl
Thought you was legit, you really wasn't
I was down on my dick and you ain't offer niggas nothing
Came from the struggle to designer on my bunions
Streets ain't healthy for my soul, i'm infatuated with thuggin'
Free Max and baby Maxx too
Spoke upon my name then got it tattooed
Used to have a title now she ran through
She left to go find something that was real, I would've fagged too
I been missing pops, i'm in my foreign reminiscing bout him
Move around him, ain't worth a sentence so i ain't down
He talk his mouth off on instagram and that's the way they found em
No face, hit his esophagus just for perpetuating
Popped a nigga, right when i bought the blick so i had to trade it
Bussin' plays, I gotta make sure that my dreams straight
And every time my homies wasn't eating, I would share a plate
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