MINUTE MAID! ft. ello Lyrics

What the fuck?

Hm (uh, huh, haha)

In a i8 and the doors suicidal, I'm whipping this bitch just like I wanna die today

I found a new way to cope, I get outta my body and go pour a four in that Minute Maid

Niggas be worried bout bitches, I'm worried bout cash

The Benji's, I need that shit right away

Uh, Givenchy all over my body, this Cuban link chain got more drip than a tidal wave

(Uh)

Numb the pain, mix the Molly with Sprite

Said she love me, must been out of spite

Can't put trust in a ho cause they trif

But my trust in a ho, and she lied

Can't do mono, need two at a time

I ain't fucking if she not a dime

We get a fuck nigga gone if he got outta line

I don't got love for no thottie, I hit that bitch once and then I get to sending her home

YSL all on my body, she ask what she smelling, I tell that bitch"that's my cologne"

Yea, and I'm socially anti, I don't go to parties cause I'd rather be all alone

Yea, and I'm in the cut with my young nigga Ello, and we smoking gas out the bong

I still got some love for that ho, but some shit just best unsaid

Dealing with emotions lately, feelings I can't understand

He talk, ain't shit been said

He talk down, we gon' fill him with led

She go dumb, but she good with the head

Fuck a ho, I need money instead

Hit her once and I left her on read

Said she love me, I know that shit dead

Fuck that shit, I count money instead

Why these niggas be capping on net?

Like huh?

What?

Why these niggas be capping on net?

Balenciaga, that's all on my tracks

If a nigga run up, he get smoked like some thrax

No, no I cannot relax

Bad bitches, they coming in packs

Diss on the gang, we put one in yo back

Know these niggas be talking, but they ain't on that (haha)

Like what?

I can't fuck with that ho, that's a trap

I count money, stack up and I laugh

Man these niggas keep dissing, but I'm taking jabs

In a i8 and the doors suicidal, I'm whipping this bitch just like I wanna die today

I found a new way to cope, I get outta my body and go pour a four in that Minute Maid

Niggas be worried bout bitches, I'm worried bout cash

The Benji's, I need that shit right away

Uh, Givenchy all over my body, this Cuban link chain got more drip than a tidal wave