Lyrics:
by self-contradiction:
One moment
Green is claiming that "softening" his
Vocal style was his idea
The next he’s giving Willie
Mitchell the credit
product
I put you on, my man's man
Got a credit card scam
Come through later, I'ma plug you in fam
Niggas pissed on the staircase in an elevator
Now I'm
being all that
Even Babe Ruth wouldn't call that
I don't even sweat it tho
Baby had some tinnerz and my credit low
But the shit will hit em quicker
people really
Some people really are
She had several cars, she had credit cards, a castle
Large master bathroom, gettin' a pedicure
Belaney by
someone first only works when you're in their top five
And by the way, I'm going out tonight
Best believe I'm still bejeweled
When I walk in the room
men
But I can be your wifey
I like to max all your credit cards, yeah
I like to set off the alarms in your expensive cars
I got some good news, bad
well I’ve lost my heart somewhere in the sand
Somewhere by the shore
I’ve locked this feeling up in a shell
Cause I’ve never felt like that before
Flex Emil
Pozdro Qulturap! Jak Tet mam street credit w żyłach Styks bo uraz dał mi na dziś niebyt
Leżę 6 stóp pod całkiem chłodnym haiku i jak niektórzy
, 'cause they own the media
it´s easier liers suported by a gang of maniacs
they own their credit, and I resign
take off your band show them you´re not blind
drop in my pop larry smoke I'm inhalin
And I'm in my own lane cus i heard them boys tellin
Im strapped bro strapped nigga bet it up
Credit karma with
to play I need my credit
I'm gon' hold this 30 for protection
When I'm off the juice I feel perfection
When I die I'll learn my biggest lesson
I'm gon' fuck
stress
Taxing my money I can’t be legit
Addicted to designer I have to admit
Im swiping a card but its not my credit
My sister is worried she want me
My wallet is filled with
Credit cards worth a mil
And it gives me such a thrill
To make these million-dollar deals
And I got a new grill
Worth more
Take dat flight i ain't Regret it, we can do credit or debt
It dnt matter ima sale it, hit da plug send me a blessing
God and Glocks got my
the streets
A demo for the ghetto boys
Pull up on them in the toy
Look at your boy
750 was the whip with a 850 credit score
Tell em enjoy
Changing people around
need
You buy it anyway but the credit's never free
Try to save time by cutting the line for something better round the corner
I always heard nothing in
answers, and you just tryna play me
Life be a bitch, but that be my baby
She just wanna live good, put that on credit brand new Mercedes
AMG, maybe a C
Days pass by
And I'm only passing time
Wearing down my blade
Cutting against the grain
I prayed today
To know to go or stay
He said if you don't see
a bad mood
Fix it by eating cat food, is that rude
You the type to quack on the peen screw
Hold up, hold up
What the fuck does that even mean dude
You
Confiscated like an old quiz
He gonna try to take credit but you know those lyrics are not his
Me I give credit, I also give debit, that last bar was from
inheritance
Got all aces when I play poker, I'm all in
Know I'm gonna win
This lottery ticket
Goat thick in the thicket
His credit for my debt
My unfortunate
Michael
Kendrick or Cole
None of them died on the cross for my soul
I'm giving the credit where credit is due
Stay in your lane and do what you do
Are
Yo where am I decide dead or alive
This time the credit is mine
You're a predictable purple swine
Running a perpendicular line
Little eyes stunning
never see no more
Just like that, we move on like a TV show
Before the credits even end, another episode
The world spins, you see people how they come
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