french toast Lyrics

Walking out the store

And buying everything I want

Got her needs and wants

And I don't even front

She call her friend, she call her friend

And I take three at once

But when I'm sad I talk to hoes that I ain't even want

It's two P.M. and I'm already kinda slump

My baby mama praying for a baby bump (Wa-a-oh)

Cases in the trunk (Yuh)

Go 'head take what you want

Go 'head bae roll the blunt

I taught her how to step

And then I taught her how to stunt (Wah)

Got her out of breath

Cause she ain't seen me in a month (Wah)

Bcat, Bcat, don't do it; I'll do it

Five, three racks in the Benz

I'm boolin'

That bitch, yeah she ran through

And I know all the ones ran through it

Mama asked me what I been doing

Ran through the bag; she knew it

Changing up the game

I ingenu-it

But it's all kinda blurry in the moment

Stop praying, but a cat still hoping

Baby, that's the front door

I keep it open

Waiting on the day I gotta show it

Waiting on the day I make 'em know it

She wanna fuck me to my songs

I'm saying, "Aw, yeah"

They ask me when I'm dropping songs

I'm saying, "All year"

Left my ex in court

Cause that's my court

And bitch, we ball here

See you next week little broke ass bitch

And next time I want it all here

All here

See it all clear

I'm posted in the future

Making Spiderman 4

You brought a four pack of Woods

But I smoke five of them whores

Pulled up in a coupe

And then I got me a horse

Me and your daughter in the news

Because I got a divorce

Snow bunny, snow bunny

Baby, stick to the course

No money, no money

But you bought you a Porsche

How you got two houses

Only got one porch

And I got like thirty bitches

But they all make me bored

And I can't talk to bitches

Wish they'd never been born, uh

Cause I need me a baby

Who don't mean no harm

I believe in all my visions

So I tatted my arm

I'm in the kitchen, doing dishes

Was you raised in a barn?

I try to do 'em right

I put the Noble in Barnes

But all these fake ass, broke niggas making it hard

Bitch I'm playing my cards

I got the Ace of the Star

How you finna hate me when I paid for your car?

I hope the haters always hate

Because that means I'm a star

She wanna bang

I told her, "Bae, not in the back of the car"

I don't pay for anything

I put that shit on your card

Fraudulent bars

I called my shot

And now I'm shooting it far

Bae, I think you're pretty when you're falling apart

It's my day, it's my city

That's my plane, that's my car

I'm finally making money

So I'm raising the bar

I don't leave my house unless I'm

Stacking up the (Stacking up the)

Balenciaga blouse I got her

Backing up the (Backing up the)

She call me once

I call her back like, "Why you have my number?"

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