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introvertdame - best have my money lyrics

uh oh
hold up
yo b-tch trash
whoa
slow up
my b-tch bad
she get the bag
don’t mean to brag

f-ck i mean
sh-t
yeah i do
no love for you
cold (brrr)
don’t need no thera flu
(achuuu)
sick
ice on me
the culprit
i don’t talk that stick talk
but you might get hit (doot doot)
no time for drama
too busy tryna spark something
and yes applause are needed
my pull out game still undefeated
thank you jesus
hop on the beat
and i go ape sh-t
like a alpha
i don’t do romancing
b-tch i ain’t no kappa
your whole life is pretend
you be ca-ca-cappin
you an actor
take yo b-tch
to my old town road
and hit her with my tractor
i am not a rapper
nope
just dope as f-ck bruh
yeah i know they hating
if i ain’t losing
then i’m up bruh
take your time to know us
yeah b-tch yeah
i glowed up
you are just a thot
you not gettin flown up
i give her long d-ck
cuz b-tch i’m a grown up
it’s soft right now
just
wait until i grow up
i know this sh-t is hard
now i’m bout to go nuts
all about my money
call it doughnuts
my pockets all grown up
i moved all my clientele
now your sh-t slowed up
had to switch my flow up
hold up
hold up

bags
bags
i’m getting
to it
bags
bags
i’m running
to it
bags
bags
watch me
lose it
bags
bags
i’m getting
to it
bags
bags
i’m running
to it
bags
bags
watch me
lose it

who that callin me
i’m busy
who that textin me
i’m busy
time is money
money’s time
if it ain’t about the money
excuse me

i get chips
like frito- lay
f you
if you
not gone pay
throw it my way
i’m gone slay
it ain’t cheating
if i ain’t bust a nut
hate a girl that talk it up
but then she really suck (trash)

flewed out
ha
you might get bussed
or trained
f-cking wit me
dame
yeah
my b-tch hot
she might just melt
she twerkin
all on my belt
she workin
tryna get felt
f-ck the acne
off a b-tch
i f-ck the eyebrows
off a b-tch
i wanna rap bars
that are woke
but that ain’t really
what you want
already got seeds
turning up
already got c’s
in my cup
naw we never got
free lunch
momma worked
to feed us
i’m more scared of you
n-gg-s
then these white
folks
sad
they hate me
cuz i got that bag
even tho i wanna
give it back

yo girl calling
making reservations
i put that hoe
on a waitlist
got my weight up
now i’m famous
i love my hoes
nameless
hit it from the back
faceless
it’s too phat
gracious
she on her knees
goodness
now she
no knees
tasteless
mmm
she gotta man
but i’m what she
need
look how i ride the beat
look how she riding me
lit like a candle
i know how to handle
her
eat the box up
dismantle her

- introvertdame lyrics

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