X Factor Lyrics

Open up shop

Duvet across the bed paper bills on top

Hundred niggas want me dead just cause I'm a cash crop

Walk up if you wanna but you know we got the drop drop drop 'em

I'm the X factor

Money over bitches, I get riches you a actor

Oops can't kick it

Turn a dolla to a rack and flip the rack into a ticket

Sick with this pain

Ill to the brain

I be quick to make a opp disappear David Blane

I'll gotten gain

Doing 120 riding through the fast lane

I'm with the shit, ion play games, can't fuck with these hoes

Bitch I get busy ima baller similar to D Rose

Know you mad I took yo broad I'm the one that she chose

I'm on the bed counting commas while she take off her clothes

Yeah she stupid thick and she taking a pic

She addicted to my presence like a fiend with a brick

I'm that nigga, she know I keep it trill

I ration out this bread I'm on the road to get a mill

So many people stabbed me in the back it's hard to heal

But I can't give up going out sorry ain't ideal

I can't accept a L cause that don't work for my appeal

I saw my dawg switch I swear that shit was so surreal

I swear that shit was so surreal

Most these girls get with goofies, can't identify a man

Then complain when they get cheated on, it's only just began

And my niggas spoke with bitches who I knew was getting ran

Tried to warn 'em but she putting up a front she beating scan

They can't come over here, it's action wherever we go

You can't talk up with yo chest, you ain't bout it you a hoe

Heard them bitches think it's sweet, that's why I had to let 'em know

Nah we ain't gon let it slide, that shit too deep to let it go

ATM

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