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Yeah

Back again

I'm back

I'm back again

Ha yeah I'm pretty sure it's meant to be like set in stone

My bitch want a Birkin sure like I just wanna be left alone

Baby feeling on my chrome swear it's you and me but when I leave it's niggas in your phone

Thinking shit is sweet I hit and leave I'm sending bitches home

Wait watch your tone cause I did this shit alone

Louis V for my cologne fuck a friend I'm in the zone

Type to close the curtain don't even hit my phone it's urgent

Niggas fake like dirty serpent fuck a bee that birdie chirping

This bitch want a bag shit I just want some love

She on live in Fendi spending plenty I'm just rolling crud

Thick designer junkie never seen a finer junkie

Bougie and she kinda grumpy she don't trust a nigga

Unless he make some kinda money ha

Shit I done seen it all this my type of court

It's time to ball this bitch bad she a doll

My money long I'll damn near kill myself if my shit ever fall

Off Aderall I'm putting in so much work like this shit 9 to 5

It's the time to be alive she want name brands

But this bitch don't even got a car to drive

Broke hoes coming from a hive

All them fake impressions I might teach this girl a lesson

Thought she came across a blessing ha this hoe steady testing

I'm pretty sure it's meant to be like set in stone

My bitch want a Birkin sure like I just wanna be left alone

Baby feeling on my chrome

Swear it's you and me but when I leave it's niggas in your phone

Thinkin' shit is sweet I hit and leave I'm sending bitches home

Wait watch your tone cause I did this shit alone

Louis V for my cologne fuck a friend I'm in the zone

Type to close the curtain don't even hit my phone it's urgent

Niggas fake like dirty serpent fuck a bee that birdie chirping

This bitch want a bag shit I just want some love

She on live Fendi spending plenty I'm just rolling crud

Thick designer junkie never seen a finer junkie

Bougie and she kinda grumpy she don't trust a nigga

Unless he make some kinda money ha

I'm here to set it off swearin' it's my loss

Look what it cost lil' baby I'm the boss

Step up out of Saks go back to Ross there's really more your setting

Whoever told you that shit lied that bitch can't go to heaven