[Intro]
(Mano)
[Chorus]
Worried 'bout my royalties and publishing
My cover arts and selling seats
I'm not havin' no time for fuckin' freaks
Curtains up 'cause it been showtime for fuckin' weeks
I need a slut that I know mine to fuck her deep
[Verse 1]
Ayy, uh, just like Money Mitch whenever I touch the streets
Clock punchin'-ass, pumpin' gas underneath
Glock punch your ass and put your ass underneath
You ain't got my number, you can't call me, you can't fuckin' reach
Where your reach go?
Graow, baow through the peephole
Know that it's a fire 'cause you seen smoke
Don't know what shoes I'ma wear with this Celine coat
You ain't know?
Ballin' for so long like, motherfucker, I should've been pro
I don't like niggas, this shit Jim Crow, I sip slow
She should not talk back to a pimp, though, shе didn't know
He a cop car, Winslow, he don't let his friеnds glo
Gen5, not Gen4, not C5, it's C4
(Mano)
[Chorus]
Worried 'bout my royalties and publishing
My cover arts and selling seats
I'm not havin' no time for fuckin' freaks
Curtains up 'cause it been showtime for fuckin' weeks
I need a slut that I know mine to fuck her deep
[Verse 1]
Ayy, uh, just like Money Mitch whenever I touch the streets
Clock punchin'-ass, pumpin' gas underneath
Glock punch your ass and put your ass underneath
You ain't got my number, you can't call me, you can't fuckin' reach
Where your reach go?
Graow, baow through the peephole
Know that it's a fire 'cause you seen smoke
Don't know what shoes I'ma wear with this Celine coat
You ain't know?
Ballin' for so long like, motherfucker, I should've been pro
I don't like niggas, this shit Jim Crow, I sip slow
She should not talk back to a pimp, though, shе didn't know
He a cop car, Winslow, he don't let his friеnds glo
Gen5, not Gen4, not C5, it's C4
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