Queen Fi - Apartments

I’m tryna get my mom a house she's tired of stayin in apartments
But I can’t sell my soul it’ll weigh too heavy on my conscience
Gettin money I always been good in that department
No mama I ain’t made it yet but failures not an option
I like my niggas perfect like em strong like Hercules
He tryna lock me down but I ain’t tryna sign the lease
Nigga where you goin don’t forget I got the keys
Boy jus come inside go brush yo teeth and on yo knees
Yuh yuh yuh
Oh you heard ya man was cheating huh
It’s because I got the answers
Oh you thought he'd never leave you huh
Guess he got some higher standards
Countin money is my fav mood
Get my shit together for my next move
Ima lit bitch wit a short fuse
Mo problems come wit more views
We Already late ain’t no need to hurry
I’m always late I hate to be early
Pretty face and my body curvy
I Know my shit guess ima lil nerdy
Mama in the the kitchen whipping up spaghetti
While I’m poppin pussy and was smokin heavy
No we not together but we at the the getty
Please don’t tell em that you seen us at the telly
Love that freaky shit he be on
Come here missy get yo freak on
Planet fitness judgement free zone
Nigga ice me like you frozone
I’m tryna get my mom a house she's tired of stayin in apartments
But I can’t sell my soul it’ll weigh too heavy on my conscience
Gettin money I always been good in that department
No mama I ain’t made it yet but failures not an option
I like my niggas perfect like em strong like Hercules
He tryna lock me down but I ain’t tryna sign the lease
Nigga where you goin don’t forget I got the keys
Boy jus come inside go brush yo teeth and on yo knees
Yuh yuh yuh
You up late worrying bout what's bein said
I’m up late countin money in my bed
These hoes all plastic and it’s really sad
I stick to my paper I get to the bag
Bad bitch like a pit pit
Grab him by the pit pit
Slow jus on the tip tip
Creamin now he whipped whipped
Now we in the whip whip
Countin up the bankroll
He ain't scared to dive up in this pussy in the fish bowl
Roll the dice shake it twice
Bitch you do a lot for likes
How much can you compromise before you have to pay the price
I’m tryna get my mom a house she's tired of stayin in apartments
But I can’t sell my soul it’ll weigh too heavy on my conscience
Gettin money I always been good in that department
No mama I ain’t made it yet but failures not an option

Written by:
Ashley Fify

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