Misteaks (Explicit)

Cash when I wake up

I care bout that paper

Babe I wanna make up

I don’t wanna break up

I’m keeping these secrets

I don’t wanna break ya

Your heart on your sleeve baby

So You hardly get sleep

I’m all that you need baby

Come kick it with me

I gotta big crib baby

Come stay for a week

Tell your friend she can come to the party You ain’t gotta leave

We got dolce gabann on dogs

So my k9’s on fleek

too many mistakes they think that my diet changed don’t want economy i want a private plane

the flyest i still got acrophobia

i put my friends on diamonds chain

some goat i’m the kid on the climbing frame im slimy

you wanna be T.I and Tiny

all that a do is sublimely

P.E.E Who’s that on my IG

C63 they don’t wanna drive me Rolex swept roll deep i ain’t Wiley she wanna leave me very untimely

i blow up the quickest

they ain’t crowds that **** it’s crickets

Left you on delivered I know how you livin

You know I got places to be GMC on the beach

Like the president here

Got big bezels on me

My bruddas got plenty

We standing on business

The office can party like me

2x2

4 4 on fleek

Cullinan here double R on your queen Maison margiela I know how to steeze Wait

My archive a hunnid degrees

Might tell my shawty come get it

My pockets are shredded

You know you can get it with me

It’s cash on my mind when I wake up

Ooooo Baby it’s cash on my mind when I wake up

Cash when I wake up I care bout that paper

Bae I wanna make up I don’t wanna break ya...

they say i gave up

quitting is not how i came up

i lay my head on her A cup

i put my shirt on her make up

my chronic addiction is paper

how can i care bout the breakup

throwing her arse down pulling her face up

if it don’t make sense i’m leaving that cash and that pay cut

i’m balling see me in acres

they falling see them it’s blatant

what’s goes up must come down but he got sent to the sky that’s straight up she wanna know what’s on my head this taper

morphing i breath out fire i feel like the black power ranger

might see with demons idk nun bout Shaitan

mum sold mary-kay but never sold Avon

Cash when I wake up

I care bout that paper Babe I wanna make up

I don’t wanna break up I’m keeping these secrets I don’t wanna break ya

Your heart on your sleeve baby

So You hardly get sleep

too many mistakes they think that my diet changed don’t want economy i want a private plane

the flyest i still got acrophobia

i put my friends on diamonds chain

some goat i’m the kid on the climbing frame

im slimy