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(Dmac on the fuckin' track) Uh, uh, uh, yeah, look (Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy) I say, where would I be without your love? Nah, for real Look, you hoes ain't fuckin' with my bitch on her worst day She ain't never gotta ask for shit on her birthday Every Monday, birthday, give a fuck about no workday She pull up the worst way Got her pullin' up G-Wag', don't know nothin' 'bout no C-Class Double-C her bag, she want Kelly Hermès Make these hoes so mad I pull up in 'Raris where we used to sell dope at Actin' like you gangster when you know that you ain't on that Fuck around and whip, climb through your window like we Bruh-Man Fuck her, then I leave, she can't believe I don't do no romancin' All these niggas with me, they gon' step and we don't do no dancin' Everything I get, I'm cashin' out, I don't do no financin' Look, still in the city, they gon' have to ban me She told me don't pull out and she gon' take a Plan B, yeah She want me to fuck her out, but I feel like she playin' me Ho want me to fuck her out, but I feel like she playin' I'm not your other man Look, this is where we stand, huh, I need some understandin' See, he gon' fuck you when I can't, I'ma fuck you when I can Ayy, every time I'm in the bank, I'm puttin' money in Letras de cancionesAyy, every time I'm in the bank, I'm talkin' nothin' but M's Ayy, every time I'm on the drank, I pop another seal Don't ask me 'bout no bitch, I don't know none of them Ayy, if I ever pay for pussy, it for my parter them Where would I be without your love? You tell me Fuck you talkin' 'bout? I don't know Yeah From Letras Mania