Lyrics Bouthouse Row - Miloh

My nigga hit my phone he said

I think she fucking with a ballplayer
I think she fucking with a ballplayer
How you courtside at that rockets game
How you courtside at that rockets game

Money over hoes broke my heart I need some distance
You the bitch I chose, when laid up you never listen
Yeah I need some healing
When you coming over put your legs up to the ceiling
Caught up in a cycle man I really felt a mission
Tris all up in my cup I sip it up til I don't feel shit
Meet new bitches every day but in my bed you missing
Meet new bitches every day but in my bed you missing

How you courtside at that Rockets game
But you talking like you fuck with me
So bubbly, I ate you over bubble tea
Know you fuck with Future so I Thank You for this hustling
Know that I can't lose girl I don't know how you fumbled me
Need a Chrisean baby say that you in love with me
Just until the morning hold this Sunny D
Put on fronts and I can tell so subtlety
Got a buzz now these bitches wanna fuck with me
She could stab me in the back don't need no cutlery
Whole time I think she had like three other me's
I'm in the lab, don't need your Double D's
My nigga hit my phone about some money trees
Fuck I look like rolling with a Baba Treesh
Don't roll up at six AM to cuddle with me
I roll cones of the finest shit on your leafly
Fucking free BG
All my niggas hate you, they been screaming free me