Sparks Flyin' (Fun)
Losing my mind
I'm off da pill
I got her feeling on me at the table
Lick on dis dick dis a five star meal
Money on me made a broke nigga Hate on me
I'm sorry I don't know how that feel
I'm in 745 wit a cooler in the back
Two glass sets given her chills
I got her feet running go and get the Money
Ion gotta talk
I got a cold shoulder
Driving a ice cream truck floatin
Puttin my shades on
Gone to da moon my spirits they lift Me up
Five grams ain't enough
I'm talkin to stars I can feel the rush
Back then I always fought
Had to go tell my momma she done Did enough we rich asf
Percs and them xans ain't never did None to me except made me fart
Standing at the top like I'm piccolo Son
Lookin over this shit like a hawk
I picked her out like a hawk
I really picked her out and I taught Her
I damn sure prolly gave her a Daughter
My genes to tough prolly come out Like me
Better come out and u better exceed These niggas
Philly but I really don't seein these Niggas
Don't hit the club since 11 years old I Ain't never have to show my ID to These Niggas
I'm movin too damn smart
I got my grandmom keep on calling Me
Rain rain don't go away
You cover my scent they keep Bothering me
Don't call my phone unless you got Some money its bothering me
Look up to the moon
I miss you babe ima keep on howling
Shut up bitch
I'm out makin money
I gotta make my money
I gotta make my money
I gotta make my money I'm gone
I gotta make my money
I'm tryna make my money I'm gone
I gotta make my money
I gotta make my money have fun
Havin my fun fun fun fun fun fun fun
Havin my fun fun fun fun fun fun
I'm havin fun fun fun fun fun fun
I'm havin fun fun fun fun fun fun
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