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Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Boubakar Sow
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
I be thumbing through the blues, don't got shit but paper cuts on me
How that's yo bitch when she look, she wanna fuck on me
Dubs is my pocket change, I don't got no buck on me
Designer cost a whip, you would think I had a truck on me
And she know her main **** can't fuck with me
Is it the money or it's me keep it a buck with me
She eating dick while i'm riding up in traffic, got a slut with me
My Glock never at the crib, cause it's tucked with me, bitch
Bitch, I'm in a different bag
Pulled out my stash, got that bitch and her **** mad
When them rainy days come, you gotta make it last
Foreign engineering fat shit 200 on the dash
Baby ask me what I'm doing, I been grinding hard as fuck
Baby bro think I'm sweet, tell him come and try his luck
We got fat whips and big chops, we could send a **** up
You broke as hell, you see a jack, you might as well go pick it up
I been getting back
Spenders got me tired as a bitch, I gotta take a nap
Leave the hoes alone, ****, you broke, go and get a jack
Don't leave your bitch out of sight
Cause if she leave with me, then she getting smacked
I be thumbing through the blues, I don't got shit but paper cuts on me
How that's yo bitch when she look, she wanna fuck on me
Dubs is my pocket change, I don't got no buck on me
Designer cost a whip, you would think I got a truck on me
And she know her main **** can't fuck with me
Is it the money or it's me keep it a buck with me
She eating dick while i'm riding up in traffic, got a slut with me
My Glock never at the crib, cause it's tucked with me, bitch
Written by: Boubakar Sow
