Dev Dilemma - Again

Yeah
Hey
Woah, woah
And yeah, she know
I got the dough
But I need more
I get the bag and go, yeah, let’s go
Oh no, not again
Now she wanna be friends
Can’t do this again
Can’t do this again
I can’t see the end
Count it til’ the end
I can’t see the end
Count it til’ the end
And now she wanna be friends
But she left me back then
No, no, not again
No, no, not again
Count it ‘til the end
So high, I just ascend
My wallet cannot bend
I can’t do this again, no
Top, top, top, straight to the top (The top)
Top, top, top, baby I just want the top (Oh)
That shawty, she making it drop (Drop)
She doing it right on the spot (The spot)
I walk with the garlic, the knots (A yah)
The money, I count it a lot
Yeah, you cannot tell me no shit, so get off my dick (Just get off my dick)
She told me she love me, lil’ baby, your heart gonna split (You stupid lil’ bitch)
I know that they mad and they envy when they see me drip (Yeah, they see me drip)
I’m sipping this mud in my cup, you would think I was sick
Yeah, looking at the stars, yeah, gonna make a wish
Yeah, every time I’m bored, yeah, I fuck another bitch
Yeah, gonna go to Mars, yeah, cause I’m off the shits
I go take a trip, the money I get, I’m looking like I hit a lick
Oh no, not again
Now she wanna be friends
Can’t do this again
Can’t do this again
I can’t see the end
Count it til’ the end
I can’t see the end
Count it til’ the end
And now she wanna be friends
But she left me back then
No, no, not again
No, no, not again
Count it ‘til the end
So high, I just ascend
My wallet cannot bend
I can’t do this again, no
And now that girl wanna be close
Yeah, let’s have a toast
I’m getting the bread by the loaf
Water dripping like I got a boat
You talking the bag and I’m getting it
Yeah, dripping, I’m sweating it
I’m making the trends and I’m setting it
Yeah, money, I’m betting it
Yeah, I know that they talking, they mad, cause they know they irrelevant
Yeah, and I just be smoking that gas cause I know it’s my medicine
Yeah, I get to the money, you know that I always be getting it
Yeah, so I can’t be worried bout you, nothing that money’s better than
Yeah, woah, just leave me alone
I won’t pick up that phone
I’m smoking on that strong
No, we don’t get along
No, we don’t get along
She said she really hate me but I know she love my songs
Oh no, not again
Now she wanna be friends
Can’t do this again
Can’t do this again
I can’t see the end
Count it til’ the end
I can’t see the end
Count it til’ the end
And now she wanna be friends
But she left me back then
No, no, not again
No, no, not again
Count it ‘til the end
So high, I just ascend
My wallet cannot bend
I can’t do this again, no

Written by:
Devin Ramos

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