Fashion Model Lyrics

I don't want that bitch she goin crazy

I don't want that bitch she goin cra

Maybe I was fuckin wit you way too hard

Tell me that I'm gonna take way too far

I don't want that bitch she goin crazy

I don't want that bitch she goin cray cray

Maybe I was fuckin wit you way too hard

Tell me that I'm gonna take way too far

I don't want that bitch she goin crazy

I don't want that bitch she goin cray cray

She gonna scam she gonna take yo debit cards

She like the strip she like the bags she like cars

She do them drugs she feening for the xanny bars

That bitch a hoe that bitch should be in bars

She finna lie and gonna say she miss you more

Don't need no bitch I got that cash and still need more

Chocolate color seats the white out wraith looking like a s'more

One night with this bitch I'll be gone by the morning

This bitch just ate up jus like a Hersheys bar

She wanna be wife cuz I look like a star

She wanna see my house but that shit hella far

She wanna hit me up but I'm further than mars

I live in Wollyworld the place up in the stars

We fuel flying cars up wit that wock and bars

Ain't no more planes them niggas take the chu chu train

I was talking bout lame niggas

Me before the fame

She really a boss she even got that new Chanel

She like that gloss

She even got expensive smell

But I can't fuck with that bitch cuz she crazy

But I can't fuck with that bitch cuz she-

But when she slurp me up she goin crazy

She got the glock she don't got it on safety

She really bout that cash like almost everyday

And she really get that bag like everyday

But I don't care cuz that bitch little crazy

Watch out for that little ass bitch that bitch be crazy

But I don't give a fuck she going crazy

But that's what I'm into bitch that bitch my baby

Bitch

Fuck wit bitch but she gotta man

bet bandz that she'll let me fuck again

Tell 'em niggas betta watch what he said

Talking crazy we put one in ya head

Told my cuzzo just aim it at his top

heard a pop and it prolly left him dead

Feed my homies who be only sippin' wock

Serve the niggas who be only sippin' red

I ain't tired I ain't trynna go to bed

even when I took about like couple xans

I'm too high to even take another step

Gotta throw it up and put it on my set

When a nigga not cashing out on checks

The only time a nigga upset

In the dark I can see a silhouette

been cold but I'm drenching in sweat

In my dreams they all come in wit a tech

All my opps all coming for my neck

Just a little bit more lines of the red

And another little drop of the x

Double cup or that shits gonna splash

This shit getting thicker than cement

By the time I finally go to bed

I'm about to wake up Wollyland