Songtexte £3200 - EMthe1st

Yeah,
I'd rather pay for pussy than waste time on you
Full concentration in the kitchen, keep my eye on it
My ex creepy as hell, keep on spyin' on me
Don't play about my paper, bitch, I'm dyin' bout it

Book that flight yourself, bitch
Since you dyin' for it
I'm off X pills and the lean
But I'm stayin' focused
Ay remember, I was trappin' out the ford focus
Bought a B, sold it ten a g, didn't tell no one

Bitch, I get it through the mail, sell it in the streets
She suck it with some passion, cause she heard of me
Them niggas rockin' purple jeans
But I ain't got no bread in em'
My nigga pulled a skit for 50,000
I was there with him

Bitch, I'm backseat ridin', 5%
Walkin' designer stores, don't check the price
I'm here to spend
Told her that I love her, but I know my real intentions
Bae you bad as fuck,
Look like you came fresh out detention

Shoutout to my fit, this bitch 3200
Dove in, in that pussy felt like a tsunami
My plug old school, he wrap it like a mummy
My bitch pussy stay bald, I named it Bobby Shmurda

Why you makin' murder music, you ain't never murdered
Oh you wanna take it, there, I can take it further
I'm talkin' business on the phone, calling from a burner
Tell my mom that I'm a boss, I ain't no fuckin' worker