Young F.L.Y. - Heart

You broke my heart na cannot front ni I need my money up front
Keep me a stick extra clip and a grip case a nigga get fly out the lip
Whipping a ship and I'm high as a fuck I feel like I'm ET in this bitch
I'm stackin my chips plotting on gettin rich flyin saucer how they spin my disk - bitch

I'm ballin i do this often
My shit is chronic I'm steadily coughing
She blowin my phone this shit so exhausting
Im playin the game she keep makin me pause it
She just want me to toss it figure 4 her shit like I'm Steve Austin
I don't want sex I just want neck
Pull out when I'm finished and bust on her breast ni tell me who next
I do not flex a lot I just write checks a lot
Want me a label I might name it Camelot
Y'all thinkin y'all eatin but receiving handing outs I don't even try
But still I be standing out he just kept talkin so now we gone see what he bout
4s Up cuz a nigga be deep in the south
Or wherever the money be know I be chasin it
Roll me a 3.5 you know that I'm facin it
If she act stupid she know I'm replacing her
I don't have time to wait Typa nigga don't go on dates
Unless it's a special occasise feel
That I'm waisting that time could been somewhere getttin paid
All these bitches want lay in shade n lemonade
Fuckin round wit a nigga like me put ya on the grey hound
Come back wit ya body weight in pounds
And don't fuck up my count and see it for myself ni it's too late
I'm stuck in this route wit no way out

Written by:
Tyler Walker

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