Ouu Lyrics

I got money, fuck that boy, this ain't no diss

Feel like I'm Jordan, fuck them hoes, I play no tricks

I spend racks on all my fits, look at my kicks

I'm gon buy amiri denim, and I mix it with the ricks

A nigga talkin', call my partner, he gon' pull up with the stick

I promise it won't be no talkin', best believe he let it hit

And that lil' hoe, she keep on stalkin' from the time she let me hit

She gave my dick a lil' twist, and then she mixed it with the spit, ooh

No, I don't want relation with that hoe, she fucked da crew

That bitch, she fuckin' and she suckin', then go right back to her dude

I was mad as hell, she sucked my balls, she put me in a better mood

Like, do I really gotta explain, like, y'all know these hoes do

Bitch don't call my phone, I'm gettin' money

I said, I'll call her back, she said, okay, you fuckin' dummy

And she was mad as hell, I started laughing, shit was funny

This bitch pull out a knife, I'm like, the fuck, started runnin

Now I'm gone, gone, gone, don't call my phone, phone, phone

I just wanna make that money off my song, song, song

I said, I'm gone, gone, gone, don't call my phone, phone, phone

You goin' back and forth, like bitch, you know you wrong, wrong, wrong

I got money fuck that boy, this ain't no diss

Feel like I'm Jordan fuck them hoes, don't play no tricks

I spend racks on all my fits, look at my kicks

I'm gon' buy amiri denim and I mix it with the ricks

That nigga talkin', call my partner, he gon' pull up with the stick

I promise there won't be no talkin', best believe he let it hit

And this lil hoe, she keep on stalkin' from the time she let me hit

She give my dick a little twist and then she mix it with the spit

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh, ooh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

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