Spark It Up

Where my suit at Mehn I'm running late Bad girls don't fuck They fornicate With a bad bitch You think I'm on a date Like the first day of school I'm never coming late I walk alone I'm on my own jays Special edition with a dope fade Girl don't feel shit Honey cocaine Slickback where my motherfucking gold chain Dope game Where my stylist Bout to blow So I'm on that no fly list I spit Haters die quick Say I stink But the girls want my shit Fuck the days Where a nigga eat cold food Eat a black bitch Call that soul food Ever met a girl That only wants gucci Everything fashion My douche bag loui Scouting for the girls Got a mad eye moody They say I'm a case Might as well fucking sue me Belluci Whole room smelling like booty Chilling with your girl Doing your duty 2nd verse Her mom kinda hot So I got her Her daugher kinda pretty So I got her Her moms mum hot So I got her Damn That's make me a grand motherfucker Girl go down No hands on a brother Shorty finna blow Taliban on a brother Hit her in on the first day Now she calling me her lover Never fucking out the sheets My love undercover Fresh out Boy I'm Mcdaddy tush Smoking that marley, call it that grand daddy kush Mayweather money Now the girls wana push Now they call me Money king Got me feeling like a crook Recognise the voice She don't even have to look Revolutionary flow Never played it by the books Now we getting real money Never let her steal from me Now she looking aguliera With them fendi heels honey Nigga sign the gaddamn cheques Back then all we got was the background checks Never fuck a girl without a background check Been livin lowkey time to madman flex Getting money nigga fuck you A bitch and a blunt Meant I'm on two If you ain't talking money then you long too My eyes steady looking like john woo