2man (feat. BigTDawg)

Yea yea lil shawty, my love is magnificent Them hoe's really irrelevant It sick to my stomach need medicine I need your love and your melanin A nigga a just came back from Johnny Dean Hundred racks, drop out the rubber band Niggas be sad and broke But I get the bank Yeah I do my money dance Niggas say, how did you do it? I got it from God, he gave me the upper hand Now a nigga livin' life with some fuckin' chrome and some fuckin' other brands Your gang smokin' on exotic, smokin' on that gas, smokin' on that motherland I could be talkin' my shit, but that nigga busy, yeah, I got some other things Lil' baby hittin' me up I'm like, what you wanna do She wanna go on a date I'm like, can we meet a two So I hit up my bro for a two man If she bad, then I'm droppin' like two bands All that shit for the birds like a two cane Baby, give me that back, that Suzanne Come and give me that neck Rock Your boat, sweet life on this deck I don't know why she playin' like I do not got it Lil' baby, I'm spinnin' that check I can tell by the way she look me in my eyes What we is finna do next? And she rubbin' and touchin' all over her thighs She is just wanting some sex So I hit that lil' bitch from the back end Baby, I'm gettin' racks and I'm back in Some one tell her she just got me tapped in Now she ridin' me like a damn Bentley She get to touchin' me so gently She draining' me till I'm so empty I don't even know her identity But in the bed, we got cameras, Theirs one thing about this shit, stay yourself Stay out of trouble, trust me Stay off drugs Stay away from ridiculous and pretty girls Yeah, told her bring a friend bring a friend, bring a friend Tryna two man, yeah, two man, two man If she fine, kinda cute, short hair, call her cinnamon She spin on the dick like a cellophane She postin' my music on Instagram Feel like Lil' Yachty one night the bitch Yeah, she got a fuckin' OnlyFans Yeah I'm shawty, my love is magnificent them other hoes really irrelevant It's sick to my stomach, need medicine I need your love and your melanin A nigga just came back from Johnny Dean Hundred racks, jump out the rubber band Niggas be sad and broke, but I get the bank Yeah, I do my money dance Nigga say, how did you do it? I got it from God, he gave me the upper hand Now a nigga livin' life with some fuckin' chorme And some fuckin' other brands Your gang smokin' on exotic Smokin' on that gas, smokin' on that motherland