WishingWellChanel(Take You Out 2) ft. Pxrple mercury & Jwasabi Lyrics

She wanna go to the bank (To the bank)

I'm tryna ease off her pain, woah

She don't even know my name (Know my Name)

I might just pull up in a tank, Oh

We can just chill, Pop me a pill

Know how she feeling, I might make a million

Baby, Let's go! Smoking on this Roll

Babygirl, just hit my phone, I'm tryna chill With you though

I'm not tryna fall in love no more

Babe, I think this the end of this road

I'm smoking on this gas, I can never be sober

Baby, Hit me up, I just want you to come over

Yeah, Yeah, girl wassup with you

Finna pull up in a Bentley Coupe

Look at them Other hoes hatin' on you, They Just wanna be like you

The Hate will never get to me, these niggas Steady envy me

Baby, please come home with me, I treat you Like i treat my lean

(Falling in a wishing well, babygirl, Just wish Me well)

(Made this song, did it very well, but it never Ended well)

( I will never kiss & tell, might just buy you Clientele)

(Double C's, Babe, That's chanel)

(Gucci on me, Baby, Can you tell)

That bitch ain't wanna leave, But hoe, I leave You there

She said "Babe, Can i wear yo' mink?"

Bitch, I'll take you there

Sending her pics of my new seats, She like "Babe, Can you fuck me there?"

Freak model bitch, used to do somewhere, Nut on her face, Now that's skin care

Went from the rags to riches, Banging the baddest bitches

Now, i'ma cut it up, You can see these decisions

Gotta 223. on my body & it pops, like fuckin' Molly

You know i'm in this Wraith, Scratch That, I'm in a bugatti

I'm with my gang, You know i'm shootin at everybody

We finna slide in that big body, Got yo hoe, When i ask, she on standby

I'm goin up, it's about time

i've been playing my cards & i been on my Grind

I had your hoe, Like, three times

You be laying with her, but i be in her mind I've been switching my swag, I'm at the mall With the gang & We walking through and we spending a bag

You ain't talking bout money? you better Relax!

He IG thug, yea, that boy like to chat, No Cap

Look at my stick, it go blatt

I took his hoe & i'm sorry bout that

He wanna beef, ian worried bout that

I'm finna be on his block in all black