BLOODCAT - french toast

Walking out the store
And buying everything I want
Got her needs and wants
And I don't even front
She call her friend, she call her friend
And I take three at once
But when I'm sad I talk to hoes that I ain't even want
It's two P.M. and I'm already kinda slump
My baby mama praying for a baby bump (Wa-a-oh)
Cases in the trunk (Yuh)
Go 'head take what you want
Go 'head bae roll the blunt
I taught her how to step
And then I taught her how to stunt (Wah)
Got her out of breath
Cause she ain't seen me in a month (Wah)
Bcat, Bcat, don't do it; I'll do it
Five, three racks in the Benz
I'm boolin'
That bitch, yeah she ran through
And I know all the ones ran through it
Mama asked me what I been doing
Ran through the bag; she knew it
Changing up the game
I ingenu-it
But it's all kinda blurry in the moment
Stop praying, but a cat still hoping
Baby, that's the front door
I keep it open
Waiting on the day I gotta show it
Waiting on the day I make 'em know it
She wanna fuck me to my songs
I'm saying, "Aw, yeah"
They ask me when I'm dropping songs
I'm saying, "All year"
Left my ex in court
Cause that's my court
And bitch, we ball here
See you next week little broke ass bitch
And next time I want it all here
All here
See it all clear
I'm posted in the future
Making Spiderman 4
You brought a four pack of Woods
But I smoke five of them whores
Pulled up in a coupe
And then I got me a horse
Me and your daughter in the news
Because I got a divorce
Snow bunny, snow bunny
Baby, stick to the course
No money, no money
But you bought you a Porsche
How you got two houses
Only got one porch
And I got like thirty bitches
But they all make me bored
And I can't talk to bitches
Wish they'd never been born, uh
Cause I need me a baby
Who don't mean no harm
I believe in all my visions
So I tatted my arm
I'm in the kitchen, doing dishes
Was you raised in a barn?
I try to do 'em right
I put the Noble in Barnes
But all these fake ass, broke niggas making it hard
Bitch I'm playing my cards
I got the Ace of the Star
How you finna hate me when I paid for your car?
I hope the haters always hate
Because that means I'm a star
She wanna bang
I told her, "Bae, not in the back of the car"
I don't pay for anything
I put that shit on your card
Fraudulent bars
I called my shot
And now I'm shooting it far
Bae, I think you're pretty when you're falling apart
It's my day, it's my city
That's my plane, that's my car
I'm finally making money
So I'm raising the bar
I don't leave my house unless I'm
Stacking up the (Stacking up the)
Balenciaga blouse I got her
Backing up the (Backing up the)
She call me once
I call her back like, "Why you have my number?"
Woah
Woah
Oh
Woah
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Mm

Written by:
blood cat

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