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Fed up, bitch
I just won't let up ,bitch
I take my foot up off your neck when I feel like, bitch
Ooh, I'm really in my bag when I talk like this
Keep your head up, nigga
You might luck up, trick
'Cause the rent's still due, baby
I'm living out the life that I choose, baby
I'm dishing out coochie if the groove wavy
I need some fucking money for some shoes, baby
Pay me
You gone stress me anyway
Niggas gon' nigga, so you might as well get paid
Dusty lil' niggas need a wet place to lay
If you was thirsty, baby, damn, that's all you had to say
Blessed and highly favored, God told me I'm major
I ain't got no behavior, if you ain't coughing up paper
Niggas talking that shit right
Niggas begging to hit right
Niggas flipping the script
But I ain't tripping over no dick like
Where the fuck is my money, nigga?
WRITERS
Hadaiyah Bey
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