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[chorus: veezuh]
tell me that it was true love (true love)
tell me why yo b*tch be cravin’ me (cravin’ me)
she be hittin’ me up all, like “save me” (save me)
i can’t let a b*tch drive me crazy (no)
she ask me if i love her, like, maybe
but i really know that it’s not (okay)
big bankroll, yeah, you know it’s a lot
like i said in my other song, you can get chopped
like i said in my other song, you can get swept like a mop (oh,oh)
you can get cropped
i don’t pay no attention, talk about what you want
look at my money, that sh*t be extending (yeah)
i cannot help but flaunt
look at yo racks, that sh*t on pending (yeah)
that sh*t ain’t go come

aye, vivienne armor ring on me
play that b*tch, like an atari
i said that i’m sorry
but i’m not really sorry
they looking upon me, asking like, “how he got it”
like, “how does he does it”
like, “how he keep droppin”

[verse: kishin]
they not in my lane, not at all (no)
b*tch, i’m in my bag (yeah)
stand on my money, i’m ten feet tall (yeah)
lately, i been busy, it gets hard to get to all yo calls
i been getting dizzy, pourin’ shots, sippin’ on alcohol (uh*huh)
(yeah, yeah)
i been movin’ so careless
i don’t even know my purpose
but i ain’t losing, that’s for certain (uh*huh, aye)
see that i’m on, now she flirtin’
walk in the building, they nervous
my pockets fat, they just hurtin’

[chorus: veezuh]
tell me that it was true love (true love)
tell me why yo b*tch be cravin’ me (cravin’ me)
she be hittin’ me up all, like “save me” (save me)
i can’t let a b*tch drive me crazy (no)
she ask me if i love her, like, maybe
but i really know that it’s not (okay)
big bankroll, yeah, you know it’s a lot
like i said in my other song, you can get chopped
like i said in my other song, you can get swept like a mop (oh,oh)
you can get cropped
i don’t pay no attention, talk about what you want
look at my money, that sh*t be extending (yeah)
i cannot help but flaunt
look at yo racks, that sh*t on pending (yeah)
that sh*t ain’t go come

aye, vivienne armor ring on me
play that b*tch, like an atari
i said that i’m sorry
but i’m not really sorry
they looking upon me, asking like, “how he got it”
like, “how does he does it”
like, “how he keep droppin”

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