I crop a nigga out like Diddy
Ballin’, and one
He text me: I'm in your city
I said: Have fun
He not shit but he real pretty
So I act dumb
He tryna go 50/50
But fuck fractions

He sending me messages
He tryna bless a bitch
He saying I'm heaven sent
I got him on 10 and shit
I told him I'm celibate
He said I ain’t selling it
I mean he ain’t buyin' it
Now he tryna buy me shit

I crop a nigga out like Diddy
Ballin’, and one
He text me: I'm in your city
I said: Have fun
He not shit but he real pretty
So I act dumb
He tryna go 50/50
But fuck fractions

I don’t need it
You can keep it
I don't read it
I dеlete it
He try and bеat it
I'm like beat it
And I mean it
Now he feenin’
I smell like money so imagine how I taste
He can’t tell what’s prettier my music or my face

I crop a nigga out like Diddy
Ballin’, and one
He text me: I'm in your city
I said: Have fun
He not shit but he real pretty
So I act dumb
He tryna go 50/50
But fuck fractions

I crop a nigga out like Diddy
Ballin’, and one
He text me: I'm in your city
I said: Have fun
He not shit but he real pretty
So I act dumb
He tryna go 50/50
But fuck fractions