Lyrics

[Intro] This song Don't forget the Killa [Verse 1] [?] [?] I hop out that hooptie just to bang heavy metal That ain't no foot on the floor, my eyes are Christian Dior Like I'm the baddest bitch in here, why you pressin' me for? Hold up, I pray the universe will help me get my cash up (Yeah) That's on me, though, need to go and get my ass up Go to work, my bloodline Mexican (Woo) She send that text again, askin' for the sex again, well, darling, can we just pretend? It never happened, I was never in your mansion Booted off the Perico, it kept the boy from crashin' on those nights I really needed rest (Rest) Now what's the issue, are you happy, are you sad, are you angry, do you feel depressed? You can never love me, big D or leave the country You were only here for champagne and the fact I'm bubblin', troublin', see my net worth doublin' And there's a chance it triples or it trickles like the drip at 3 AM when we got coca sniffles [Chorus] I'd rather be with you or be alone or Bootsy Collins Ignore the fact that you exist, I hear the money callin' If you miss me so much, why you with somebody else? No reply, it's how it happens, then we say, "Goodbye" [Verse 2] This that celibate summer (Yeah) Nobody gets fucked (Woah) Except for my bank accounts (Yeah) Look but don't touch (Hey) This that celibate summer (Yeah) Nobody gets fucked (Woah) Except for some commas (Yeah) Look but don't touch (Hey) Hold up Aloe Vera heavy Shootin' anesthetics As if I wanna die, bitch, I been ready Where's that magic, girl, you practice breweria? Well check your fuckin' fortune teller, bitch, I'm lookin', I don't see ya Are you off that yayo? You blew the payroll It doesn't matter if it's cash under the table Now we drippin' like a chemist in that V60 plus This that celibate summer, I guess nobody gets fucked