FORNICATION Lyrics

Damn

Can't trust nobody

I know some bitches who acting out as soon as they went to college

I know some niggas who head hunting I still won't tell him he wildin'

I know some niggas who balling

Some of my niggas got offers

My lady boujee your bitch got mileage

Yeah that's Glock got a silencer nigga

That's what you get just for talking

And if the price is right you know my niggas gone off em

And yeah I'm a rich nigga all of my shit it be costly

And you just a bitch nigga you need to play you some offense

Damn that shit crazy

Hop in that AMG Mercedes and I'm with this bad bitch nigga

You know that we fornicating

I ain't your boyfriend baby

Hell no I ain't foreplaying

This ain't no Ted Talk baby nigga fuck that conversation

I'm having money-sations

That bitch she my sensation

I'm counting Ben Franklins in my big ass bed baby

She on my head lately come and give me head baby

And if I go make it you know that my mans made it

Yeah bitch in my phone I'm like bye bye bye

Sippin on syrup got a DUI

Run up on me and that's suicide

I popped an X and I'm too alive

Losing my mind and I'm stupid high

Got a stupid chain

With some stupid ice

Run up on me boy you losing your life

Yeah got a red key

No foreign car

Pussy wet on my foreign broad

And these niggas mad that I'm going far

Yeah they hated on me now they want to be me

Bitch on my dick cause I'm on the TV

She ain't getting no ring call that lil bitch CP

And I hit all her friends nigga that's a 3 peat

You don't get no PT boy I'm on a PJ

On the way to London and I flew from LA

And no I can't tell none of these hoes where I stay

I stacking my chips nigga like Frito Lay

I still pray to God that my twin beat the case

And no I can't pass it so I'm finna face it

These Balenciaga boots don't got no laces

Yeah everyday starting to feel like payday

Can't trust nobody

I know some bitches who acting out as soon as they went to college

I know some niggas who head hunting I still won't tell him he wildin'

I know some niggas who balling

Some of my niggas got offers

My lady boujee your bitch got mileage

Yeah that's Glock got a silencer nigga

That's what you get just for talking

And if the price is right you know my niggas gone off em

And yeah I'm a rich nigga all of my shit it be costly

And you just a bitch nigga you need to play you some offense