Lyrics

[Intro:] She already decided Man, all I heard people talkin' 'bout is what they got "I got this, I got how much" Man, but I got somewhere to be I got shit too, matter of fact, I wrote it down [Verse:] I got a list, it got a guest man (I gotta) Guess I'm writin' sick then (I gotta) Guess, I'm tryna take your bitch Don't wanna talk, she gotta get down (I gotta) Give the gift of gab, yeah (I gotta) Bag I keep my bags in (I gotta) Bag you cannot stand in (I gotta) Bitch to keep my back scratched (I gotta) Tell you funny style niggas I gotta need to get the last laugh Hahahahaha, we don't like jabroni (Oh-Oh) Cheese off my inventions, Elon Musk control it Or Smilon Musk when I drop my stuff On the P-line, plus I own my shit Beat on my chest, King Kong my shit Hop out the truck, mm AMG, uh, take off in this bitch That pussy a creek, feel like Dawson and shit Her lips fat, I like how they glisten and glossin' and shit She did that I'm from that, dirty, no laundry, bitch Your ho's on my nutsack Twenty four hour service got 'em nervous I'm servin', bitch, I'm servin', bitch, I'm servin' Y'all niggas in jerseys out in Durban I got the juice, I'm Julius, I'm Erving I'm tied up with some pussy out in Persia Tied up with some pussy out in Persia