Lyrics

Worried bout me, how much money did you see today?
**** on my D and I don't even swing that way
She won't die, if it's bout that bread then she can wait
Bitch I shine, they throw it cause they bound to need that shade
Worried bout me, how much money did you see today?
**** on my dick and I don't even swing that way
She won't die, if it's bout that bread then she can wait
Bitch I shine, they throw it cause they bound to need that shade
Aye
Why I'm on yo mind instead of dollars? Can you tell me that?
Saw yo bullshit from a mile away, no you won't sell me that
Got no time to hold on to nobody that done held me back
If you don't see me with him when you see me don't ask where he at
I don't know, I don't fuck with ****
They don't check up on me
Think ya friends, find out in the end you was never homies
It's ok cause I'm just tryna run this check up homie
Stay on top of this bread and all this cheese like I'm a pepperoni
Worried bout me, how much money did you see today?
**** on my D and I don't even swing that way
She won't die, if it's bout that bread then she can wait
Bitch I shine, they throw it cause they bound to need that shade
Worried bout me, how much money did you see today?
**** on my dick and I don't even swing that way
She won't die, if it's bout that bread then she can wait
Bitch I shine, they throw it cause they bound to need that shade
Aye
They gone need some cover for this hailstorm
I'm in rare form
I been noticed all they tricks I never fell for em
Serve them boys like I'm the mailman and got mail for em
Too much smoke up in the air, the tension airborne
Why so much be aimed at me?
They just mad cause I'm myself and they not who they claim to be
Frightened I might swipe up on his wife and spank her sleep
Pussy only come with problems and those ain't for me
Partner you can keep that
Kraft Singles, I'm just tryna make this cheese stack
In my free time treat this mic like it's a speed bag
Punching on this shit like Tyson, got a deep bag
No I do not like him, he's a D-Bag and I don't care bout no one's clout
I don't care bout none these trifling hoes, I can go without
All I ever did was follow code and help the brodies out
And what I get for doing that? They turned they back and hoed me out
Worried bout me, how much money did you see today?
**** on my D and I don't even swing that way
She won't die, if it's bout that bread then she can wait
Bitch I shine, they throw it cause they bound to need that shade
Worried bout me, how much money did you see today?
**** on my dick and I don't even swing that way
She won't die, if it's bout that bread then she can wait
Bitch I shine, they throw it cause they bound to need that shade
Written by: Andrew Boyer, Caton Bailey
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