i need m(U)la

bitch I need a dollar to make all them ladies holler cuz I am that big baller. with the baby bag baby bag ain't got the diapers it got all the snipers imma pull up and suprise her with the baby bag baby bag is on my back I'm taking to the bank cruising around the Q with no gas in my tank as I smoke these days away its getting hard for me to thank but I'm just trying to stack my cake up one day I can get a taste I want all my money now I don't wanna wait I don't want 10 hoes I need 1 so please get out the way drowning in my happiness ice around the J you will always be my baby no matter the place lovin on each other in. twisted ways it's time to switch the ryme up committing all these crimes bruh I'll whack you like a spider smahed all on my shoe sippin apple cidar wishing I'm with u driving all alone yeah it fucks up my commute it's just me myself and I I have put the world on mute shit doesn't feel the same when it's not with u it's like stick. without the glue it's like ah. whithout the chew space whitout the moon it's like love whithout the you