Sweet

On me Bitch thinks shits sweet I talk big boy props Cash flow never gon' stop That shit go over the hill Into the ocean it drops My money gon' stretch like strip tees My old girl named Whitney She wanna fly out with me Can't let it happen I can't let it happen I can't let it happen to me You f*ck up the vision without my permission and I could've sold you a dream I'm chasin' a bag, you chasin' a bag She don't really know what I mean You could've been set for life Livin' ya dream in a mansion that you never seen All that you hear is a dream Make it happen for the team F*ck me over in the worse way Nigga you can come fishin' with me Need the rays just to see ya Diamonds out here causin' seizures Hospitalizin' these niggas takin' down bad Lyin' on my team yeah That's on me Bitch must think shits sweet Yeah All right Bitch thinks shits sweet Bitch must think shits sweet Got it from the mud Not clean Double my net worth now If it ain't 'bout money don't speak At the house sipin' on tea How the activist get in my tea How the activist get in my tea How the activist get in my tea Baby I'll get what you need, yeah Different strain, different leaf from the tree, yeah You touchin' and rubbin' on me, yeah Put that Marilyn on ya teeth, yeah We got all the time that we need, yeah Undress it for me with a tease, yeah Undress with a tease, yeah That's on me, yeah Bitch thinks shits sweet Said that's on me Bitch thinks shits sweet