Lyrics
Bussin' it down
Thought about a brick
Thought bout bussin' it down
Bought a plane Jane
Thought bout bussin' it down
Real deal
Too real
Yeah
Bodies
Droppin
Every
Time I walk in
She been
So wet
And she toss it
Life's so easy
When you learn to cut your losses
I went into chrome
And told em hoes
Bring me some crosses
Gucci
Fendi
Stay on topic
I ain't petty
Hoe, I'm toxic
I turn all my hoes to motherfuckin' bosses
Really
Oh, yeah
Ride big body
Side chick
Drive me
We don't pop moly
We just catch bodies
Ooh, I'm so sorry
We just crashed a rari
We just kick-started
Dumped a non-profit
Rich bitch
Got it off of O.F
Prolly
I'm sayin
Your bitch'll transform
Like brolly
I don't switch story
I just stay pouring
Last bitch boring
She ain't stay till the morning
Too real
Ain't that a bitch I just ran out of piff
Man I just picked up Tiff in the foreign
I know we be touring
But play with your puss
While I'm hittin' them corners
Fuck it, this whip only cost me a quarter
Hop on a jet, nigga, fling in a Porter
I can't respect a bitch if she ain't loyal
She on my dick like a snake when she coiled
Real deal
Sitting on so much dope
This shit was spoiled
Money, drugs, oil
I came up moving the dope out the foil
Real deal
Yeah Sitting on so much dope
It went spoiled
Money, drugs, oil
I came up moving the dope out the foil
Bodies
Droppin
Every
Time I'm walk in
She been
So wet
And she tossing
Life's so easy
When you learn to cut your losses
I went into chrome
And told them hoes
Bring me some crosses
Real deal
Gucci
Fendi
Stay on topic
I ain't
Petty
Hoe, I'm toxic
I turn all my hoes
To motherfuckin' bosses
Really
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
I turn all my hoes
To motherfuckin' bosses
And, your bitch got bad juju
She got too much crosses
Man, my nigga we done
Took too much fuckin' losses
Yeah
I buy it all
I don't care what the cost is
Money on the table
You ain't my fam
You cannot get it
Started stylin' on her
Now she be whippin' in my kitchen
Where the dope boys at
Were dem Drillers at
We back in business
Started with that dealer
Starter pack
Man, we up 50
Burner phones
For the day ones with me
Started with 20
20 racks
We triple that
Now, nigga, we up to 60
Why would you wanna hate
I demonstrate
Nigga, get up with me
Baby got that cake
Bitch, why wait
Bitch, come fuck with me
I done sold fakes
I done sold reals
Nigga, ain't no difference
These niggas some outsiders
I bet he out here snitchin
She so wet, she could out fires
My nigga, she got me livid
Yeah
Smoking spinach
My nigga smoke room
Bitch, I stand on business
Bodies
Every time I walk in
She been so wet
And she toss it
It's life so easy
When you learn to cut your losses
I went into chrome and told them hoes
Bring me some crosses
Gucci
Fendi
Stay on topic
I ain't petty
Hoe, I'm toxic
I turn all my hoes
To motherfuckin' bosses
Really
Oh yeah
WRITERS
Michael Surage
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