OF COURSE ft. lxis Lyrics

Niggas gon hate on me okay cause I'm doing better of course

You ain't talking bout money then fuck out my face go and walk out of the door

Yeah they throw that shade but it don't phase me going up top floor

Yeah I married the money and made it my baby never get a divorce

Ima skirt off in that skirt

Where you going

To the money cause I need more

Ima track star chase a bag legs sore

I go hard cause I ain't going back poor

Got more bars than a plug at your door

He talk hard hit that boy in his core

The choppa leave a whole lotta gore

The money reproduce like it's doing porn

Hey

I just been in my bag birkin

Yeah I got them mad hurting

Cause my bitch bad perfect

When i post yeah I got them lurking

Yeah I shit on these niggas on purpose

I don't fuck with these niggas they irking

The way that im killing the game somebody call some nurses

I know they gon hate um yeah of course

When you winning just like this they want see you on the floor

Nigga simping for a bitch that's why you so broke and poor

Gon get so fucking rich while he loving on them whores

Hey a hunnid a hunnid a hunnid a hunnid

I need blue faces

I wish a nigga try pull up on me

Get him erased bitch

Nigga want smoke tell em pull up and run it

Get him erased quick

Just like I said that lil boy he don't want it

Blow off his face bitch

Whoa whoa whoa

Scratch em off my list

We ain't worried bout the boys cause they act just like a bitch

Whoa whoa whoa

It got kick blow off his shit

Yeah these niggas only winning in a word I don't exist

Niggas gon hate on me okay cause I'm doing better of course

You ain't talking bout money then fuck out my face go and walk out of the door

Yeah they throw that shade but it don't phase me going up top floor

Yeah I married the money and made it my baby never get a divorce

Ima skirt off in that skirt

Where you going

To the money cause I need more

Ima track star chase a bag legs sore

I go hard cause I ain't going back poor

Got more bars than a plug at your door

He talk hard hit that boy in his core

The choppa leave a whole lotta gore

The money reproduce like it's doing porn