Michael Jackson ft. D1Brooks Lyrics

Paid a thousand for these chucks but they said dior

Different brand designer round the house i call this shit decor

I just told a bitch i love you, she say that she love me more

I had my fingers crossed i'm lying who this ho mistake me for

I'm a get it soon if I don't got it right now

Bentley and a bad bitch, both got they top down

New Chains on me like I work at a bike shops

Shoot first then I ask questions like a white cop

Damn

Whoo, ok its time for action

I just took your bitch and had her dancing like she michael jackson

Yeah the ass is the real but top is custom, came with hella plastic

I can't really stand these ho's for long so man I had to pass it

Already said I was an asshole

She said that she's so in love with me

This'll pass though

Only chasing blue benji hunnids, where the cash flow

This ain't what I meant when I said I want to bag though

Get the money

Go and get if fast then we flip it back

Ship the pack, go and double that now we got double stacks

Muscle back, yeah we chasin cheese but we no fucking rats

Grab a snack, don't forget to strap and do not get attached

Damn

Okay I had to do it

These labels finna hit my line up now cause I make better music

That nigga talked tough on the net then saw me and he still ain't do shit

Nigga hesitated left him wide open he still ain't shoot it

Niggas claim that they got bands but homie you just hood rich

See I can't fuck with niggas from my hood because they all snitch

And I don't like attitudes you won't catch me with no hood bitch

I only want a nice educated holy good bitch

Yeah alright, y'all know I'm capping though

I don't care where she from just as long as she not no ratchet hoe

She can act classy but as long as she smashing me though

Her nigga mad his bitch left she passing that cat to me tho

Ooo, that's an interception

Bitch lied about her body count that's a misdirection

Someone call the police shawty need some time in corrections

How you say your body count only three when I know of seven

Maybe I'm just tripping

Never stress a hoe focus on cheddar focus all on chicken

Stack the cheddar up break bread we all eat like it's thanksgiving

My old team switched on me I had to leave so call me Ben Simmons

Yeah, hell nah no time to backtrack

See lately I've been in my bag, been in my backpack

I only want the money, commas please, bring me the racks

Going from rags to riches tryna do donuts in a scat pack

Yeah I rock designer clothes

Bitches think I'm handsome, nice smile I got a lotta hoes

I might take a nigga bitch foreal

I'm not no robber tho

These niggas say they get the bag but shopping at the dollar store

I said that I don't chase hoes

I replace hoes

You know that I can't fuck with stank hoes

I want bankrolls

Catfishes yeah I hate those

I can't date those

And on the gram it be some fake hoes

And y'all can take those

I made myself angry, shit let me vent

I can't fuck with ugly bitches either I gave them up for lent

I only want a shawty with a body that's heaven sent

See my baby mama gotta be badder than fifty cents

Sheesh

Now that's a bad bitch

If bad bitches come with the money I'm tryna be mad rich

See all my friends are dead for real

They're all in caskets

A popular loner that wants money that's not no sad shit

They don't like to see a nigga winning

These niggas hate

Instead of acting like my friend pretending

Go get some paper

I tell bitches that my glow up pending

Odds in y'all favor

If y'all ain't fucking with me now

Then don't try fucking with me later

Bitch gang