Cloud9

She keep asking how I do it Troop stay sober, she love how I move You like how I live, boy, you wanna make it Just popped another pill now She dancing nakеd this bitch wanna fuck me She think that I'm famous I'm with my demons, wе booling with satan Zelly just pulled up, we both got a call Just smoked through a pound at the 401 Lofts A hundred thousand on my neck, it's so glossy Bad bitch put her lips on my dingaling The world is mine, girl, I can get anything Where's your man I be standing all in the ring This some foreign shit that You cannot pronounce I'm like, "Ring-ring, baby girl, come out" You been playing with me I think I want you to stay me She love my tattoos, her favorite is scream I'm in the sky like a scraper Lately, I been getting too much paper Everybody keep on asking for favors Designer guns, you gon' die over fashion Hitting hoes like a nigga playing Madden Legal money, the bitch thought I was trapping This the life of a nigga that's having She wanna be with me, I don't do shit average Money counter, need that She know a nigga getting big racks Going up, going up Yeah, that Easter pink all in my double cup Thirty five hundred for these leans Another fifteen for these pants I love you so much, that's why I lied to you I'm smoking on gas, it's clouds in the room Bitch, I'm the thot slayer Got two hoes kissing You hurt your own feelings Should've mind your business Put my dick inside her now she creaming I keep shooting the club up I ain't leave a witness