We Got It On

No I want more
I want plenty
Or sorta it’s many
I want all my nickels
And pennies
I let my girl
Tickle my fancy
And get to romance me
Then turn around fickle her Fanny
And See I ain’t doing them fairly
Nobody come near me
They be in cahoots with you really
And seeing you wouldn’t hear me
By choosing to fear me
Don’t care about views of the family
I’m Doing on my own thang
All of sudden my phone rang
Screaming that you are a prollem
Say get em I got em
The game is a baby I coddled
So tell them to hurry
I ain’t got no patience
They all waiting for me
A standing ovation
All of my fans in formation
Two lines in the middle
Like Dancin for soul train
N I be shy like I’m Noname
Why would I lie I got no Shame
Please do not send me a beat
If it’s nothing but heat and the 808s
Don’t bang
Look
Ain’t dope
Baby I don’t wanna lie to y’all
Send it back
Make another track
Then I might involve
Greedy so feed me
I don’t want a piece
Baby I want the whole thang
But me I might
Cruise in the drop trop
Woo man the block hot
Move in a hot spot
Nudes in a lockbox
You better not talk
Tool a go pop pop
Fit go
With 3 or four shoes
And a crop top
Ha
I’ma stop
Y’all can wait
If ya really know
Pass it on
Send it off to cake
She a really go 2x
We got it on !
Bad bitches going Obsolete
I can’t even let a pussy Nigga talk to me
Unless he talking to my pussy then I possibly
Might turn a pussy nigga to a pussy killa but the 5th I plead
I remember oh so vividly
How I had em singing sweet serindipenty
Ever since he had a quick glimpse of me
But I won’t even let a nigga get a lick of me
Like fuck if you talking bout
Only give a fuck for the large amount
Fucking on his friends now they falling out
Stashing the bread and I’m calling out
All of my bitches get busy
All of my niggas they with it
Is it worth it lemme work it
Finna lose control like I’m missy
Nigga stop playing, neck be on froze
Tips on my nails matching toes
Pussy like Midas Drippin' that gold
Blossomed from concrete I am a rose
You more like JV, we in the pro’s
Come in and kill shit all that I know
Red: yo cake chill
Red I can’t I be on 10, I be on go
Heard my ex, gotta vendetta
Guessing that he mad imma trendsetter
Told em don’t hate on the process
He can not stop it
Buckle down and do better
Ya yah
We Dropping that fire
You shouldn’t try us
Webay from the wire
All of my bitches got hittas for hire
We Got It On!
The way my ass bounce I should be doing porn
Eliminate these hoes around the horn
I’mma really fuck your nigga when I’m out on tour
He really tried to ram the pussy bull china store
Nigga you not about to make my pussy sore
I ain’t ever really really care about these whores
Niggas die when they see my ice dinosaur
You could never be my smiley metapor
Not on my page not in my library
Don’t even let these bum niggas say hi to me
Said on it on a song then I said it to a nigga
Robbing or fucking I’m wetting these niggas
Even in a sweater not sweating these niggas
That nigga a rott, dog walking these niggas
Yeah, I’m Brandie they wanna be down
Pay what they weigh so you know that’s some pounds
Playing game, that’s on the mound
Godiva pussy, they mars mounds
Rocking niggas concrete ground
When he bust black hawk down
Switch the flow I’m on now
Try to dick ride my sound
How you prosper when I’m around
Here’s the nose and wig fucking clown