Текст Mike Sherm – Facts
Текст:
This is a foreign fit bitch don’t touch shit
I’m throwing big fits if you don’t suck dick
I’m married to the money don’t love no bitch
If you try to rob me then your life get stripped
You tryna touch 10, I spent 10 on a whip
These hoes don’t get no time I just fuck then I dip
You focused on the green I want blue like crip
You always going broke cause you can’t make a flip
Your bitch on my dick, now you tryna fight her
I only love the neck nigga, I don’t even like her
Saying that I’m broke is like hearing nigga from a white boy
Three gen 4s, I ain’t fucking with a high point
So icy, grill shiny, eating like I’m tip but I ain’t fuckin on no tiny
I do this shit daily counting money is a hobby
And I’m prolly outta state like I just caught a body
Bank account match my Gucci belt that’s alotta gs
Bitch I’m banked up like I hit the lottery
A nigga go crazy, so you know there’s no stopping me
I can’t take you suckas serious you niggas comedy
She gave me good top now her nigga wanna body me
Ion even want her tell that bitch stop callin me
If I were you I wouldn’t let your main bitch follow me
You can’t name a nigga in my city that’s as hot as me
Ion ever throw blems, I be catching em
I be running up a check, I ain’t sweating em
You can’t ask me how I do it this shit regular
I be flexing on these niggas like a wrestler
I heard there’s money on the floor, I’m a janitor
Said she wanna fuck hold on let me check my calendar
Let her give me 10, it ain’t shit to throw a band at her
These hoes don’t get no time I just fuck then I dip
You focused on the green I want blue like crip
You always going broke cause you can’t make a flip
Your bitch on my dick, now you tryna fight her
I only love the neck nigga, I don’t even like her
Saying that I’m broke is like hearing nigga from a white boy
Three gen 4s, I ain’t fucking with a high point
So icy, grill shiny, eating like I’m tip but I ain’t fuckin on no tiny
I do this shit daily counting money is a hobby
And I’m prolly outta state like I just caught a body
Bank account match my Gucci belt that’s alotta gs
Bitch I’m banked up like I hit the lottery
A nigga go crazy, so you know there’s no stopping me
I can’t take you suckas serious you niggas comedy
She gave me good top now her nigga wanna body me
Ion even want her tell that bitch stop callin me
If I were you I wouldn’t let your main bitch follow me
You can’t name a nigga in my city that’s as hot as me
Ion ever throw blems, I be catching em
I be running up a check, I ain’t sweating em
You can’t ask me how I do it this shit regular
I be flexing on these niggas like a wrestler
I heard there’s money on the floor, I’m a janitor
Said she wanna fuck hold on let me check my calendar
Let her give me 10, it ain’t shit to throw a band at her
I’m not a pimp just a great money manager
