Quani P - Sidelines

Yeah, why they hate on a young nigga motive?
Tryna live me a fast life
Haters be miserable, won't get no motion
They just hate from the sidelines
Niggas be broke, why they hate getting money?
I'm just worried about paper, Fuck all that other shit, lame
Pretty lil' hoe, but I give her a week
Calling my phone and I'm watching it beep
Calling my phone and I'm watching it ring
She in love, she might turn to a fiend
Foot on the pedal, we scur out the scene
I love my choppa call him NLE
He want a song, better pay me a fee
Talkin' hot yea we makin' him bleed
Talk onna net, he get popped like a zit
That nigga broke and that nigga a bitch
I hurt his feelings, he throwin' a fit
Give him a tissue, he cry like a kid
How many minutes it took me to fuck up this beat? boy I need me a bankroll
How many numbers it took me to cut off this bitch? boy I need me like 8 phones
I may not date her
Call me a A-hole
Tired of the same hoes (same hoes)
I may not date her
Call me a A-hole
Loving the same hoe
Yeah, why they hate on a young nigga motive?
Tryna live me a fast life
Haters be miserable, won't get no motion
They just hate from the sidelines
Niggas be broke, why they hate getting money?
I'm just worried about paper, Fuck all that other shit, lame
Pretty lil' hoe, but I give her a week
Calling my phone and I'm watching it beep
Calling my phone and I'm watching it ring
She in love, she might turn to a fiend
Foot on the pedal, we scur out the scene
I love my choppa call him NLE
He want a song, better pay me a fee
Talkin' hot yea we makin' him bleed

Written by:
Dequon Montgomery

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