One Day
When you ain't popping she be celibate
Wait until a hitta sell a bit
Getting naughty nudes for the hell of it
Look who turned it to the baddest chick
Yeah, Filter flexing with a selfie stick
Girl what happened to your self respect
Guess a lil' change , change the lil thangs
Now these fraud broads want wedding rings
Well imma hit you with the space bar
Where were you when we ain't ball
Tryna cash in when we 8 ball
Yeah Fake frauds Yeah I hate yall
Cause my day ones knew one day
We'd turn ceiling fans into chandeliers
Bus tickets into panomeras
Skrr X2 How we have it here like
Ohh man what Ride Ride Ride
Wrist watch what a Time Time Time
Me & my hittas got money to spend
Me & my hittas got money to get
Ohh what a life when your hittas is blessed )X2
Hands to the heavens we ain't got no stress ) X2
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