Pocean & Milo187 - Can't Help It

Got the dope, I'ma ball when I sell this
Pay myself, probably why they call me selfish
From the rocks, now it's cheese in the shellfish
Pray to God, what if God don't help me, listen
Champagne stay in my hand dawg, I can't help it
I'm addicted to the Lamb dawg, I can't help it
I got married to the bands dawg, I can't help it
Damn I wonder who I am dawg, I can't help it
Niggas been counted me out
But niggas ain't counting no bread
I'm steady stacking paper, fuck another gang
You niggas is trying to go Fed
Fuck you saying, pants on sag, got bands up
Bitch wanna fuck no hands huh
Smoke on me I stay gassed up
Aye bad lil' bitch you got a man huh
Bitch wanna fuck with the set-ay
Fire lil' bitch, she a Ese
Put her on a flight like the next day
Then ran up a check the correct way
Oil spill on the jet plane
I mix the syrup with the champagne
Flight attendant trying to help me
"Sir you need to buckle your belt please"
I would never want to be your nigga 'cuz he broke and that shit wouldn't help me
I fuck with bad bitches, upper classmen who getting the bag and living wealthy
My dog Kane super healthy
A hot nigga bitch I'm melting
The bitch know I'm all on her melon
This audio dope, watch me sell it
Got the dope, I'ma ball when I sell this
Pay myself, probably why they call me selfish
From the rocks, now it's cheese in the shellfish
Pray to God, what if God don't help me, listen
Champagne stay in my hand dawg, I can't help it
I'm addicted to the Lamb dawg, I can't help it
I got married to the bands dawg, I can't help it
Damn I wonder who I am dawg, I can't help it
See it in my sleep cuz I can't help it
Hustle harder cuz it's 80 for the Hellcat
Sipping while I smoke nah it ain't helping
All that pussy in you boy I still smell that
Check the price, roll the dice
Hit the lights, all my life
Had the pressure under ice, I had to get it overnight
I been wrong I been right, Took it down with the gin
I'd do all that shit again, I had to lose it just to win
She gon' pay for dinner, I been bout a dollar
Trophies on the collar
She gon' follow, She gon' try to swallow
You should try to call her
Call it how you want but I been checking on a cheese plate
Hit a golden ticket, baby see me like a sweepstakes
Cold like polar bear, I shine like solar flare
Necklace dance like Nick Lachey, got me dipped with a pair
Cutting contracts, dressing like the dealer
Only fucking with the realest if you fucking with us cuz I
Got the dope, I'ma ball when I sell this
Pay myself, probably why they call me selfish
From the rocks, now it's cheese in the shellfish
Pray to God, what if God don't help me, listen
Champagne stay in my hand dawg, I can't help it
I'm addicted to the Lamb dawg, I can't help it
I got married to the bands dawg, I can't help it
Damn I wonder who I am dawg, I can't help it

Written by:
Daniel Pimentel, Deandre Washington

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