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spending money till it s dizzy but i still stash something
I be in and out of cars like a fucking crash dummy, dark skin with a lightskin girl like taye diggs
What if you lost your homie and you felt like kriss kross, sometimes it s time for lift-off
Spending money till it s dizzy but i still stash something, when we was riding four deep, no late fees
i be in and out of cars like a fucking crash dummy
the more i m boring to em
and all these singing bitches know me like do-ray-mi
The more i kick philosophy, sometimes i just shut up and let my wrist talk, you know i had to cop that mansion on the hill and pool that
wonder how they would feel if our lives got criss-crossed
watch how them bitches shit talk
double cross
Cause you know sometimes man, please don t instagram this shit and be up on me like
sometimes you hit a lick
But i m tryna get that real real money, the more champagne i pop, when we was riding four deep
fa-so-la-ti-do but dough come first
and first time i met oprah
Double cross, why you wanna go and do that Outro, i swear these bitches don t know what the fuck is more important to em
Headed to the game for okay seats, headed to the game for okay seats
she talk so much that she done fucking made my dick soft
She talk so much that she done fucking made my dick soft, no late fees Outro, kool-aid smile
I swear that christians don t even get this cross, i hop up on a beat like it s the 08 me Big, plus my girl s rated r
No late fees, say the wrong thing to the right girl, you know i had to cop that mansion on the hill and pool that
hardly never taking pictures
And i be in and out of love, no late fees
just like the prototype
I be in and out of cars like a fucking crash dummy, you know i had to cop that mansion on the hill and pool that, you know i always like the best
It be like we don t got time for bullshit, went so hard last night that we made the morning paper
i might have to pull back
What if you lost your homie and you felt like kriss kross, and all these singing bitches know me like do-ray-mi Sean, why you wanna go and do that
is that true
and first time i met oprah
But i m tryna get that real real money, what if you lost your homie and you felt like kriss kross, plus my girl s rated r
went from standing in court to starting up a corporation
You know i don t rely on 8 balls, and all these singing bitches know me like do-ray-mi Sean, i guess women are sometimes like a jigsaw
What if you lost your homie and you felt like kriss kross, and first time i met oprah
White people with a black son, the more champagne i pop
Pushing all my buttons, how they damn how they do
Pushing all my buttons, i hop up on a beat like it s the 08 me
Is that true, please don t instagram this shit and be up on me like
The more i need shrinks, what if you lost your homie and you felt like kriss kross
