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say please - nettspend lyrics

[intro]
ain’t my fault, yeah, yeah
ayy, ayy, ayy
(swag, swag, swag)

[chorus]
it’s h*lla money in the couch
, i love you now
f*ck, it made me love all things about you, uh
if we made love, would it change your output on me?
i like when you try on new outfits in front of me

i’m finna remodel the whole crib, became an architect in my sleep
and i can’t talk to your b*tch, it smells like artichoke when she speak

[post*chorus]

won’t give you up, i love you now, say please (f*ck)
it made me love all things about you (i don’t gotta say please)
uh, if we made love, would it change your output on me?
i like when you try on new outfits in front of me (mhm)
i read from back to front, ’cause what they want from me?
i’m finna remodel the whole crib, became an architect in my sleep

[verse]
it’s h*lla money in the couch
it made me trust everything about you (man, f*ck)
i don’t gotta say please (okay)
i don’t care, that b*tch a dub, what? (i don’t gotta say please)
i’m doin’ pills and i ain’t countin’, i ain’t countin’
’cause i ain’t sell ’em, i just been turnt, i’m in a tahoe
she just wanna love everything about me, ‘thing about me
she said lil’ nett came with a couple hundred thousand
she said, “my buddy keep a couple hundred rounds”, huh
i could care less about the press, we get them out, huh

ain’t smokin’ crack, you know i ain’t about it
i keep like hundreds on me, b*tch, i keep that pocket full
from the rich i, from the rich, i shoot
from the rich, they shootin’ out the window with that uzi
i don’t no more, hundreds, just spend more
i don’t know if i ranked up, eight hundred on me (swag, swag, swag)
[chorus]
it’s h*lla money in the couch
, i love you now
f*ck, it made me love all things about you, uh
if we made love, would it change your output on me?
i like when you try on new outfits in front of me
i read from back to front, ’cause what they want from me?
i’m finna remodel the whole crib, became an architect in my sleep
and i can’t talk to your b*tch, it smells like artichoke when she speak

[outro]

- nettspend lyrics

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