Mbappe ft. 602 Byron Lyrics

All I want is dough

I could never love these bitches, I could never love a hoe

I would never trust a nigga, I cant even trust the bros

No respect for any switches, if they fitted when you blow

So upset with all these posts

Same ol' pictures different poses

Everytime lil' shawty stripping, only time she wearing clothes

On the next to new beginning, butter chicken on the stove

With a little side of Naan bread

Don't gotta say I want head

Lets just kick it like Mbappe

Lil shawty, yo body

Need to spoil that

Like where your soil at

Cant let them soil that, aye

I could crank and let it heat, or let it boil back

Need to release a little steam, I'll peel the foil back

All these other little boys

Know you ignoring that

I seen you ballin reppin eight

I'm twenty four with that

Ain't no redemption, you been treating em like Shawshank

Killing dreams with you like Shark Tank

Just tell me that you want me

But don't you tell it to me nicely

I love the way it sounds like you just spite me

Underlined despise me

Bolded all italics, when you write me

Ain't no shame, I swear I love the way you like me

It's so hard to try to fight that

I know you like that

When I show 'em how to, write that

Bet they gon' bite that

Cuz' here I'm sitting where the mic at

And instead of my lap, you busy stuffing up your throat

Homie hit my phone, 'why you ain't tell me she's the goat'

I could never love these bitches, I could never love a hoe

I would never trust a nigga, I cant even trust the bros

No respect for any switches, if they fitted when you blow

So upset with all these posts

Same ol' pictures different poses

If lil' shawty on that stripping, only time she wearing clothes

On the next to new beginnings, butter chicken on the stove

With a little side of Naan bread

Don't gotta say I want head

Lets just kick it like Mbappe

Lil shawty

Let's just kick it baby, take it back to the bed

She like to feel it in her tonsils when she give me head

And yea baby I'm from the desert, but I'll get you wet

Six-o-two girl the baby, yeah I really step

Aye, yeah

Yeah we on that

I have my young Mexicans, at your doormat

Hollow tips, green beams, where your dome at

And we gon' shirt first, baby we don't blow back

Yeah we gon shoot first, baby don't blow back

She love to say that I'm that nigga, yeah I know that

Fuck spending on a hoe, where the poles at

And tell these pussy niggas come and get they gold back

Cuz' all we really know, these niggas be some bitches

If they get picked up by the feds, they be some snitches

Cuz' y'all know y'all ain't really even like that

Money on my head, go and up the price tag

All I want is dough

I could never love these bitches, I could never love a hoe

I would never trust a nigga, I cant even trust the bros

No respect for any switches, if they fitted when you blow

So upset with all these posts

Same ol' pictures different poses

Everytime lil' shawty stripping, only time she wearing clothes

On the next to new beginning, butter chicken on the stove

With a little side of Naan bread

Don't gotta say I want head

Lets just kick it like Mbappe

Lil shawty, yo body

And now I got like twenty unread messages

Twenty undead Benjamins

Use to be good street, now its fentanyl on that intersection

Best not to be caught without a weapon

But shit, I'm on some other shit

I got another bitch

Who wanna lick up on my brother dick

After she done with mine

I tell her bring a friend along, with her some other time

I ain't got no plans, just got this money on my mind

I swear you would be what you could be

But y'all honesty too worried bout what you should be

All that over thinking, they ain't understood me

Just popped out with some bubbly

In the party, now lil' shawty getting cuddly

Imma take her to the moon with me like Kudi

And now they sending shots, but we got lucky

Somebody getting ugly

But I'm sittin pretty, blicky on my tummy

If someone tryna run me, then I'm Usain

Introduce you new pain

Open shawty's street, now she go two ways

Yeah, yeah, yeah

What's up Keisha, what's going on

Wtf you mean what's up Mike, where the fuck you been at all day

I was in the studio

With my car

Yeah I was in, listen

I fell asleep, I smoked a lil' killa' I'm in the studio putting a mixtape together

Tryna get some paper

Fucking with you

I know this nigga ain't just say, a mixtape

I could never love these bitches, I could never love a hoe

I would never trust a nigga, I cant even trust the bros

No respect for any switches, if they fitted when you blow

So upset with all these posts

Same ol' pictures different poses

If lil' shawty on that stripping, only time she wearing clothes

On the next to new beginnings, butter chicken on the stove

With a little side of Naan bread

Don't gotta say I want head

Lets just kick it like Mbappe

Lil shawty

Aye