Socorro LeRoux - Credit Cards

Pull up in this bitch we den designer marinara boyz

Watch the haters fade away like numbers on yo credit card

Saucing on yo hoe I swipe her from you like a credit card

Got her gassed up I make her feel like we at Marathon


Man listen, I’m just out here tryna live like 5 Friday’s and a Saturday

These nigas be cappin for that blue app

They don’t do it for real

We do it FOR REAAA


Bitch u know I’m dope gon and throw me on that stove

Aye and Bitch I bring the thunder like Luwawu Cabarrot

See me ridin wit my woes

See me sliding to my goals

I’m not coolin witcho bitch because I heard that hoe was broke oh

No we can not kick it cuz it hurts to stub my toe

Old McDonald, finger fuck her on a farm like e i o

Now this niga hit my phone

Ask me have u seen my hoe

Bitch u Ken I’m GI Joe

Bitch I Red light green light go

Aye I’m grinding like a hoe

Til my neck and wrist is froze

And that hoe pull out her camera, stand next to me strike a pose

I got pull and I got hoes

I’m a bull but the goat

Tell the truth I’m not like most

And they like rules cuz they be broke

Always keep a bad one and she go for me regardless

Always keep the strap on me cuz deez nigas is heartless

Deez nigas is finished and I’m barely getting started

I be killin em soft fully ya know I go the hardest


Pull up in this bitch we dem designer marinara boyz

Watch the haters fade away like numbers on yo credit card

Saucing on yo hoe I swipe her from you like a credit card

Got her gassed up I make her feel like we at Marathon

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