Austin Fortson, Franks - LondonParis

Hop in the four go a ways
I told that girl I'm on my way
She on my phone for days
I rather it face to face
Stay blowing up my facetime
Got her hung up hang time
She said she cant waste time
So don't waste mine

Millions on my mind yeah all the time
Headed to the top but it's still bout the bottom line
I could spell the S in my name with a dollar sign
Only time I'm by an ex is on a dotted line
And I ain't worried bout them I'm just focused on me
Get the bag count the cash yeah that's all me
Triple digits on the dash going top speed
You know what I do then these dudes gon copy

Hop in the four go a ways
I told that girl I'm on my way
She on my phone for days
I rather it face to face
Stay blowing up my facetime
Got her hung up hang time
She said she cant waste time
So don't waste mine

Waste time can't do that
I got these bags on my mind I run to that yeah
But you knew that
And still you wast all my time think I'm clueless
You be so cold when you want you the rudest
Different when you with your friends who you fooling girl
Times two yeah
Times two yeah
I need more than a hunnid
I need your best of nothing
I need my checks please
Nike checks on me
Wish you'd check up on me
I got a check up on me

Hop in the four go a ways
I told that girl I'm on my way
She on my phone for days
I rather it face to face
Stay blowing up my facetime
Got her hung up hang time
She said she cant waste time
So don't waste mine

Written by:
Austin Franks, Austin Ross-Fortson

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