incredible - fizz xii lyrics
[verse 1]
wake up every morning and i jump out my bed
you’re the one i think about you’re always in my head
got some bomb p-ssy bought a lighter color red
imma do the dash smoke some weed and get this bread aye
aye
let the money talk
pull up to the crib we arriving on the dot
you so ghetto b-tch man you always talk alot
p-ss another gl-ss imma take another shot
[chorus 1]
where your money go?
always begging b-tch go ahead and get some dough
she hit the club now she dancing on the pole
gonna throw that money better lock your f-cking doors
we move so fast call me incredible
now we driving whips you ain’t ever seen before
can’t let you take me back can’t let you take the floor
throw it in the ocean and it lands up on the sh0r-
[verse 2]
you can even test me
i got whips every century
got no keys to the entry
pop off the wheels in the bentley
i don’t even need you
you don’t even need me
you always f-cking shady not ever calling lately
cruising down the street in my brand new mercedes
you like a f-cking devil imma send your -ss to hades
you think that i’m crazy
you never gonna change me
you calling me a demon then the next you call me baby
eh eh eh eh eh what the f-ck are you saying
never seen you like this why the f-ck you always changing
[chorus 2]
where your money go?
always begging b-tch go ahead and get some dough
she hit the club now she dancing on the pole
gonna throw that money better lock your f-cking doors
we move so fast call me incredible
now we driving whips you ain’t ever seen before
can’t let you take me back can’t let you take the floor
throw it in the ocean and it lands up on the sh0r-
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