Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, come on
Money problems, I don't know shit about 'em
I'm on a island, forgot to call my mama
She causing problems, I hit her on the counter
He ain't got no dollars, I don't want him around me
He on that powder, don't bring that shit around me
In the Bahamas, I'm tryna keep from drowning
Boy where my paper, gotta light that bitch up and face it
This nigga lame, he done crashed out 'bout a bitch that's basic
He ain't hit nothing in like two years, so he turned to a rapist
Just left the beach with buku sand, a niggas started chafing
She finna f*ck a hundred niggas, just tryna replace me
I'm finna skirt off in some fast, I'ma scratch the pavement
I got a white bitch buku bad but her daddy racist
Go ahead feel yourself
He been popping all them fake pills nigga bout to kill himself
Explore got too many bad hoes, I can't even help myself
I'm grown you won't even catch me with no double G on my belt, huh
Nigga, I drip like Phelps, huh
Send em right up to heaven, huh, never mind he going to Hell
I could do it better than your boyfriend ever can, yeah
She quote all my songs, huh, I think she a stan
I'm the flyest nigga alive, huh, I feel like Peter Pan
I feel like Peter Pan, I feel like Peter Pan
Seen me said "he the man"
That pussy, I need it bad
I go 93 the gas, I use to stuff Ps in the bag
Money problems, I don't know shit about 'em
I'm on a island, forgot to call my mama
She causing problems, I hit her on the counter
He ain't got no dollars, I don't want him around me
He on that powder, don't bring that shit around me
In the Bahamas, I'm tryna keep from drowning
Boy where my paper, gotta light that bitch up and face it
This nigga lame, he done crashed out 'bout a bitch that's basic
Crybaby Cash - onnat powder Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, come on
Money problems, I don't know shit about 'em
I'm on a island, forgot to call my mama
She causing problems, I hit her on the counter
He ain't got no dollars, I don't want him around me
He on that powder, don't bring that shit around me
In the Bahamas, I'm tryna keep from drowning
Boy where my paper, gotta light that bitch up and face it
This nigga lame, he done crashed out 'bout a bitch that's basic
He ain't hit nothing in like two years, so he turned to a rapist
Just left the beach with buku sand, a niggas started chafing
She finna f*ck a hundred niggas, just tryna replace me
I'm finna skirt off in some fast, I'ma scratch the pavement
I got a white bitch buku bad but her daddy racist
Go ahead feel yourself
He been popping all them fake pills nigga bout to kill himself
Explore got too many bad hoes, I can't even help myself
I'm grown you won't even catch me with no double G on my belt, huh
Nigga, I drip like Phelps, huh
Send em right up to heaven, huh, never mind he going to Hell
I could do it better than your boyfriend ever can, yeah
She quote all my songs, huh, I think she a stan
I'm the flyest nigga alive, huh, I feel like Peter Pan
I feel like Peter Pan, I feel like Peter Pan
Seen me said "he the man"
That pussy, I need it bad
I go 93 the gas, I use to stuff Ps in the bag
Money problems, I don't know shit about 'em
I'm on a island, forgot to call my mama
She causing problems, I hit her on the counter
He ain't got no dollars, I don't want him around me
He on that powder, don't bring that shit around me
In the Bahamas, I'm tryna keep from drowning
Boy where my paper, gotta light that bitch up and face it
This nigga lame, he done crashed out 'bout a bitch that's basic
Yeah, come on
Money problems, I don't know shit about 'em
I'm on a island, forgot to call my mama
She causing problems, I hit her on the counter
He ain't got no dollars, I don't want him around me
He on that powder, don't bring that shit around me
In the Bahamas, I'm tryna keep from drowning
Boy where my paper, gotta light that bitch up and face it
This nigga lame, he done crashed out 'bout a bitch that's basic
He ain't hit nothing in like two years, so he turned to a rapist
Just left the beach with buku sand, a niggas started chafing
She finna f*ck a hundred niggas, just tryna replace me
I'm finna skirt off in some fast, I'ma scratch the pavement
I got a white bitch buku bad but her daddy racist
Go ahead feel yourself
He been popping all them fake pills nigga bout to kill himself
Explore got too many bad hoes, I can't even help myself
I'm grown you won't even catch me with no double G on my belt, huh
Nigga, I drip like Phelps, huh
Send em right up to heaven, huh, never mind he going to Hell
I could do it better than your boyfriend ever can, yeah
She quote all my songs, huh, I think she a stan
I'm the flyest nigga alive, huh, I feel like Peter Pan
I feel like Peter Pan, I feel like Peter Pan
Seen me said "he the man"
That pussy, I need it bad
I go 93 the gas, I use to stuff Ps in the bag
Money problems, I don't know shit about 'em
I'm on a island, forgot to call my mama
She causing problems, I hit her on the counter
He ain't got no dollars, I don't want him around me
He on that powder, don't bring that shit around me
In the Bahamas, I'm tryna keep from drowning
Boy where my paper, gotta light that bitch up and face it
This nigga lame, he done crashed out 'bout a bitch that's basic
Writer: ashton butler
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