Money V - V's Intuition (Free O)
Yeah, boy, good to hear your voice, nigga, nigga, can't wait to get out this bitch
You feel me? I already know you runnin' it up and shit, keep that shit goin', boy
I appreciate you puttin' that bread on a nigga books too
Nigga gon' eat good, you heard me
Yeah, heard, man
By any means
Dumb love, nigga
Uh, uh
V, look, nigga, it's only one of me
A demon in real life, nigga, you can come and see
Face a nigga broad day for tryin' to play with me
Competition with myself, I don't see you niggas
I'm chasin' money, fuck them hoes, I don't need you bitches
I'll do this shit myself, I don't need you niggas
That's what I get for lettin' niggas think I need a nigga
That's what I get for lettin' niggas think I need a nigga
When it come to this beef, niggas duckin' tacos
Ten milli', stop your whip, thought you hit a pothole
Nigga claim I took his hoe, but that bitch was nachos
Heard that nigga drop the crib, he finna spin his condo
We just seen that nigga in a truck, he finna drop his Bronco
Last nigga play with V, cooked him like some pot roast
Left that nigga in the lake, now he a John Doe
Go fishing
His bitch try to pray to me like I'm Jesus, nigga
I like them real bad bitches who don't need a nigga
Real cool, but I'm quick to switch cheese, a nigga
Nowadays, you gotta cut it, don't be cheap, my nigga
Bitch, you know it's big V, I get this money like it's free
Tryna leave a nigga hangin' like he danglin' off a tree
I'll do a bitch face, I ain't talkin' Kisi beats
I ain't like that nigga price, so I took it for the free
I know your man ain't got it, bae, I'll pay for them feet
I don't like your braids at all, shoulda went to Kendoll
Bullets make him fall, my chopper shootin' big dogs
Hold on, hold on, let me switch it up
Bullets make a nigga bark, I'm shootin' big dogs, bruh
We both masked up, so you don't know who the fuck it was
Twin glocks gloved up, no evidence invovled
19x so perfect excellence inside my draws
Wait, wait, what? Pause, I don't gotta say pause
If you know that you know, I don't gotta speak at all
If I reach for my hip, I ain't reachin' for my balls
My Glock got monkey nuts, I'm tryna go bananas, dawg
Man, this shit can get real spooky, yeah, Ar pistol' on me
V
V
V
Man, this shit can get real spooky, AR pistol on me
Everywhere just like Call of Duty
Fuckin' on a thick strip of bitch that I grabbed from Tootsies
I really enjoyed myself, I paid that bitch 750
Spin a nigga a block, had him dancin' just like Pretty Ricky
Never really cuddled with these hoes, fuck em, then I leave em
I don't put no trust in these hoes, changin' by the season
I don't need a crib without my Glock, I'm a fuckin' demon
Walkin' on water, but nah, nigga ain't Jesus
Walkin' on water, but nah, nigga ain't preachin
Talkin' to them demons in my sleep, my bitch say I'm tweakin
She say I need God in my life, well, she fuckin' leavin
Think I give a fuck bout a bitch, if she say she leavin
I can give a fuck bout a bitch, all I need is pieces
Its V
Written by:
Vasahawn Alcindor
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