Follow Me Symba (USA) (Ft. Justin LaBoy, Moneybagg Yo, O.T. Genasis & Too $hort)

[Intro: Justin LaBoy & Symba]
You know she never follow her favorite, right?
She keep him a secret
He the one with the big bag, payin' all the big bills
Yeah, tell 'em the truth, baby
This is a safe place
Respectfully
Look

[Chorus: Symba]
She wanna fuck me and don't even follow me
Fuck me and don't even follow me
She wanna fuck me and don't even follow me
Fuck me and don't even follow me
Do what she want and don't lie to me
I'm not hеr man and don't gotta be
Shawty bad as the economy
My bank account look likе I hit the lottery, wait

[Interlude: Justin LaBoy & Symba]
Yeah, baby, make sure the black cars ready
Make sure the cars right, G-Wagen, the Bentley, make sure it's lined up
The jewelry right too (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Symba]
I pull up in somethin' that's foreign as shawty, and she wanna capture the moment (Ayy)
She hop out the coupe, then hop on the 'Gram to post it and caption the moment, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I gotta drive in the whip like it's stolen, she hot as the middle of August, yeah (Sheesh)
I always get in some type of entanglement like my boy out of New Orleans (Yeah)
I only hit her once with no apology
I don't say sorry and I don't do reruns
She a lil' thottie, shit, she like to swallow
Should give her a scholarship, send her to CSUN
All my niggas on defense (Yeah)
All y'all niggas look defund
Pull up on the block like Deebo (What?)
Ballin' like the nigga went D1 (Okay, let's go)
All of my bitches is quality, they never lie to me, that don't apply to me
She got my number, but she never follow me
She know the policy, ain't no apology, hey