Commas Lyrics

All I care about is some commas

Your bm been a hoe, that's on momma's

Ain't no new motherfucker come around us

We was hiding, but them hoes came and found us

Running up a bag, bitch, we got next

I always get a big room, I like big sex

One, two, three, five, they all need a taste test

Looking at some cars like, which one I'ma get next

I'm going in alone, I don't need no protection

Two, two, three, and a glock with a Smith & Wesson

Gotta make sure I win, so I put my best in

I don't need no drama, I'll be quick to get to steppin

Bitch, I need my money, I don't need y'all paying attention

All I care about is some commas

Your bm been a hoe, that's on momma's

Ain't no new motherfucker come around us

We was hiding, but them hoes came and found us

Running up a bag, bitch, we got next

I always get a big room, I like big sex

One, two, three, five, they all need a taste test

Looking at some cars like, which one I'ma get next

Yeah, champagne and tec she want drinks in my section

I don't even drink, how she feelin' a connection

Bitch, you ugly inside, I seen your reflection

Bitch, ask your momma if you need some affection

All I care about is some commas

Your bm been a hoe, that's on momma's

Ain't no new motherfucker come around us

We was hiding, but them hoes came and found us

Running up a bag, bitch, we got next

I always get a big room, I like big sex

One, two, three, five, they all need a taste test

Looking at some cars like, which one I'ma get next