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Lyrics

[Intro] Woah Yeah, Yeah Yeah (Yeah), Yeah (Yeah) Yeah, Uh [Chorus] He say, what she say I ain't get shit for my B-Day And I'm on, what you on Thinking bout you everyday (yeah) Money racks this shit a relay I don't think you niggas relate to me I'm having withdrawals on withdrawals [Verse] Missed calls on missed calls Don't call me back, I'm pissed off I'm confused right now, somehow I can't cut this bitch off All up in my head, remember kisses from your lip gloss And my pockets stay fat, like Rick Ross, bitch You on my dick, please get off, bitch I'm in this hoe with a KelTec Good gas in the air, won't you smell that You was laughing in my face, when I poured my heart out, swear to God I had felt that But my money going up, I can't even trip, swear to God I almost felt good It's the story of this bitch, you want her name I don't even think I can tell that [Chorus] He say, what she say I ain't get shit for my B-Day And I'm on, what you on Thinking bout you everyday (yeah) Money racks this shit a relay I don't think you niggas relate to me I'm having withdrawals on withdrawals [Outro] Hey, Hey, Hey Hey, yeah, yeah Hey Hey, Hey, Hey Hey, Hey, Hey Hey, Hey, Hey