Deuce Grams - Church

I don't really give a fuck bout what you say to me
I know they gone hate, and that's ok with me
No its not a game, so don't you play with me
They ain't fuckin with me, think its plain to see
Swear I'ma change up the game, yuh
Swear the world gone know the name, Deuce Grams
First I'ma run up a check
And blow it all on a chain
I know you think it's a shame
My gold still shine in the rain
Why would I give up at this point
Look at how far we done came
Please do not act like that you been fuckin with me now
Cuz when I was down I ain't forgot who was around
I'm headed for the top just like a hat or like a crown
And you can't take my spot but we can go another round
Riding with your bitch she say she down
But I can't trust a bitch, I just like to keep them around
I'm married to the money yeah(yeah), I need the money yeah
I love the money yeah(yeah) , I want the money yeah
So if you would just put a small donation
In this offering plate right here
Yes! Yes! Huh-ha Hallelujah
We can get this church going
I don't really give a fuck bout what you say to me
I know they gone hate, and that's ok with me
No its not a game, so don't you play with me
They ain't fuckin with me, think its plain to see
Preacher tap, gone head do that preacher tap
Preacher tap, gone head do that preacher tap
Choir clap, don't forget that choir clap
Choir clap, can't forget that choir clap
Twerk in church, gone head baby twerk in church
Shake the Devil off, do it while you twerk in church
She gone twerk in church, turn up while you twerk in church
Go head twerk in church, go head baby put in work

Written by:
Jahbre Wainwright

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