Favors (BOSSTWINZ) Lyrics

I'm through doing favors, I'm through doing favors When you get in paper, they turn into

haters I would call them shakers, but I send them

later I'm through doing favors, I'm through doing

favors I'm through doing favors, I'm through doing

favors When you get in paper, they turn into haters

I would call them shakers, but I send them later

I'm through doing favors, I'm through doing favors

I'm through doing favors, can't hang with you haters

I'm on in my paybook, gotta save some for later

I'm all out your paper, like high in the stables

So what did you say? I gotta get to the paper, I cannot fuck with you haters

I'm in the back like the paper, n***a wanna play with the acres

I gotta shoot him and shake him, I'm in the trap like the back of the bag

I gotta get to the sack, I did not fuck with you haters

I just wanted some paper, n***a be talking, he snitching

I got the racks in the kitchen, hunnid clip with extensions

I just get him and he dancing, I did not fuck with you haters

I gotta get me some paper, can't it blue the navigator

Fuck the bitch cause she save her, I gotta get to the paper

I'm through doing favors, I'm through doing favors

When you get in paper, they turn into haters

I would call them shakers, but I send them later

I'm through doing favors, I'm through doing favors

I'm through doing favors, I'm through doing favors

When you get in paper, they turn into haters

I would call them shakers, but I send them later

I'm through doing favors, I'm through doing favors

N****s with it like the weather man

I'm just in it with each other man

Told my mama I be grinding hard

I'm just trying to make it better man

N****s hating cause I got it

I be speaking like a prophet

I be trying to be honest

Told shawty I was modest

In the city I'm the hottest

I ain't trying to toot my own horn

Fuck your bitch in my own door

Fuck your bitch in my own door

Lay back, lay back

I was on tryna get it

In my room putting 50's

Made a band like this

Sick of you haters my n****s

Sick of these favors my n****s

Black and gray like razors my n****s

All my homies got them candles my n****s

We ain't worried about no beef shit

Smoke a n**** like a sweet bitch

Put a n**** six feet bitch

RIP to the streets bitch

I'm through doing favors, I'm through doing favors

When you getting paper, they turn into haters

I would call them shakers, but I send them later

I'm through doing favors, I'm through doing favors

I'm through doing favors, I'm through doing favors

When you getting paper, they turn into haters

I would call them shakers, but I send them later

I'm through doing favors, I'm through doing favors

This is a dream