Dave Hill, B. Lewie, & FatRay100 - IWF

Ayy, we ain't half doin' shit, we get it done
That bag already sold before it come
She got a fatty, you can see it from the front
Chocolate face like my favorite 41

She ain't mine, but when I call her, she gon' come
You number seven, but tonight, bae, you the one
She in her feelings, still gon' suck me till I'm numb
She tryna lock a nigga down, I'm on the run

No explanation, baby, call it what you want
If it ain't pape, then we can't talk about it once
You gotta drop a golden ticket, Willy Wonka bout the Runtz
Put money in her conversation, all she talk about is us

Ayy, they call me shaggy, I be fuckin' with that pup
Could send the blitzs and I ain't gotta hear it hut
I'm only in it for the WAP, you know what's up
She get that text and they say IWF, I wanna fuck

White Buffy's on freeze, you can't ban the snowman
Still couldn't touch shit I did if my hands was your hands

You couldn't get close to me if my mans was your mans
I got a trap with boy and girl, this bitch co-ed

Riding Rucci life Gucci, tell that bitch go head
You pillow-talking with a bitch that couldn't fix your bed

That G-Wag, a pretty bitch without the big forehead
I'm on the couches with a loaf, I'm tryna get more bread
I should show you what the stash like, show you what the cash like
I been chasing bags since I was listening to Bag Life
Haters like Southern California never had ice
Me and baby vibe like I met her in the past life

Only hit my financial advisor for the advice
Sold it for the whole thing, but got it for the half price

The bitch ate the whole thing, and I filmed it last night
Soon as I made it rock up, she hit the glass pipe

This bitch is fighting for a dick, I let my fans duel
I ain't jittin', that's these diamonds hitting dance moves
Ten commandments while I stack it, nigga, cash rules

I hit the bank and show my ass just like a baboon
Me and gang gon' throw this money, it's a flash flood
I'm westside like Machiavelli in the bathtub
How you gon' talk to me about money you ain't had none

Like, nigga, chill, 2020 was your last run
Pussy

Written by:
Brandon Lewis, DaRae Adams, David Hill-Gray

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