Lyrics




I think she want my time
(It's pretty and paid)
Or is it my money?
Huh
Shorty want my time but all she really
Want is new bags
And spending all my money
Whoa all I see is red flags
'Cause right now you my favorite (ah, huh)
I'm trying to have my way with it (oh, yea)
Better yet I pay for it
I'm hoping you okay with it (let's go)
I love the way she spit on it
Up and down with no hands
And oh my God it's no gag
And I just canceled all my plans
Next time you can bring your friends
So now you got me Imma fan
You really got me Imma fan
I hustle all night
I'm coming home in the daytime
I fell in love with the money
She said she get no time
I drop the top on the coupe
We can take a joyride
Hair blowing in the wind
I'm rubbing on them thick thighs
We stay rolling side to side
We go together Bonnie Clyde
Always ready down the slide
I love ya baby ride or die
I see the stars in your eyes
You know I'm looking at the prize
Loyal never switch the sides
I swear to God I'm hypnotized
Shorty want my time but all she really
Want is new bags
And spending all my money whoa all I
See is red flags
'Cause right now you my favorite (ah, huh)
I'm trying to have my way with it (oh, yea)
Better yet I pay for it
I'm hoping you okay with it (let's go)
I love the way she spit on it
Up and down with no hands
And oh my God it's no gag
And I just canceled all my plans
Next time you can bring your friends
So now you got me Imma fan
You really got me Imma fan
Up and down with no hands
I be driving that boy crazy
Nigga saw me once I made him switch up on his lady
Cruising down the E-way topped 'em off in the Mercedes
Brand new Double C-bags
Come on stunt for your lil baby (Dada)
Don't care nuttin bout these hoes just
Put me first and keep on spending
Don't worry if I'm down for you
'Bout you I stand on business
Freak a leek for you I'm extra nasty
Pretty girls don't mind to ask a nigga to
Cash App me
Shorty want my time but all she really
Want is new bags
And spending all my money
Whoa all I see is red flags
'Cause right now you my favorite (ahh, huh)
I'm trying to have my way with it (oh, yea)
Better yet I pay for it
I'm hoping you okay with it (let's go)
I love the way she spit on it
Up and down with no hands
And oh my God it's no gag
And I just canceled all my plans
Next time you can bring your friends
So now you got me Imma fan
You really got me Imma fan



Writer(s): Travis Dobson, Pacal Bayley, Jaida Roby Copyright: Dobbymusic


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