Butterflies Lyrics

That bitch gimme butterfly in my belly hit my celly if you wanna ride

Bitch you special and I'm nothing like them others guys

Medicine inside my cup I need an other line

I jus need another line

Baby had a butterfly tatted on her lower back

and I don't wanna lie

I know you gave my stupid ass about 100 tries

they only call me bout the pack I gotta money line

(Bitch I gotta money line)

I needa cool off I pull off I send em to the gulag

Them bullets flying wit them red tracers thought its rudolf

Let's shoot off I walk up in the crib and kick my shoes off

Now every other day I make a few songs

They ain't competing wit meet up wit me

he must wanna die

I need at least a triple stack and three more bitches on my side

I got these demons I be seeing why I keep on getting high

I got these demons I be seeing why I keep on getting high

I got the cleanest vision bitches coming in ain't gotta try

Counting money in my sleep I'm dreaming bouta dollar sign

They ain't competing wit meet up wit me he must wanna die

Ain't competing with him

I got the key in my pocket weed got me coughin

I thought you could really be the one but you not it

I need wok in my cup I ain't fucking wit no tuss

Wanna porn star bitch I ain't fucking witta novice

That bitch gimme butterfly in my belly hit my celly if you wanna ride

Bitch you special and I'm nothing like them others guys

Medicine inside my cup I need an other line

I jus need another line

Baby had a butterfly tatted on her lower back

and I don't wanna lie

I know you gave my stupid ass about 100 tries

they only call me bout the pack I gotta money line

(Bitch I gotta money line)