The Index Finger
Hunna
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I'm the one But a ten Give a f*ck Bout a man I know niggas who got money They still lame now Boss ass bitches link up Cause we be on the same time I'm the one But a ten Give a f*ck Bout a man I know niggas who got money They still lame now Boss ass bitches link up Cause we be on the same time Yeah you got money But that shit ain't gone unlame you lil nigga I can stick mine up to my ear and conversations is better My conversations is bigger Won't pull me, ain't like a trigger Love finger fuckin' through the money Make it come a lil quicker I'm the index finger Ain't a bitch that lingers But my scent do Leave 'em sayin' what is that fragrance Personality to cold like leather But I'm still the hottest bitch And I know that shit no matter what's the weather Or the climate Any height ima climb it They sayin' the sky's the limit I know I can pass by it Use it to end all my sentences And commas dividin' I'm harder than all these bitches They gone say that I'm biased On God I'm the one but a ten Don't give a f*ck bout a man Know niggas with money who lame now And they was still lame then Got people who are my family Naw we ain't really kin Honestly I'm a Brat, so I ain't never chasin' a Ken Uh Ain't never chasin' a Ben Stackin' Franklins for cold nights And I ain't talkin' bout the Winter I been her Told y'all I'm she Gold and I glitter I'm the one But a ten Give a f*ck Bout a man I know niggas who got money They still lame now Boss ass bitches link up Cause we be on the same time I'm the one But a ten Give a f*ck Bout a man I know niggas who got money They still lame now Boss ass bitches link up Cause we be on the same time I know niggas who got money But can't f*ck me And I know bitches who poppin' shit But they won't touch me I ain't ever slippin' or trippin' I keep my Glock on my hip And carry some niggas around me Who gone blow for me And don't come up to me flexin' Give a f*ck about your cash flow I'm Hunna Not one of them bitches who need you to buy some Mastros We ain't addin' up Ain't gotta do the math bro When I go overseas I ain't gotta pack a bag hoe I left but he want me to come back It's a closed show closed curtains F*ck me in the back of the Bach I said nigga you know we can't do that You know once I leave ain't the type of bitch To ever start looking back Won't look over my shoulder Like a crook in my neck Leave a memorable impression Yeah I got that effect I'm lookin' round, been playa See niggas and thinkin' who next Watch me, wan' be me Don't deserve clout I ain't got be direct I'm the one But a ten Give a f*ck Bout a man I know niggas who got money They still lame now Boss ass bitches link up Cause we be on the same time I'm the one But a ten Give a f*ck Bout a man I know niggas who got money They still lame now Boss ass bitches link up Cause we be on the same time Yeah that shit hard
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