Codes

I always make tracks, pray for cash
Fill up gas in the coupe
Driving fast, dodge the boys in blue
Versace bomber black, she a snack
Make me slack, little hoe
Need her home to stay in control
I'm out chasing bags, came from rags
Now my hands full of gold
I walked an intense road
I'll make my baby gag, love the drool
I'm a creep but she cool
Talk in codes 'cause we both closed

Do anything for my bitch
She's a reason to get rich
You try do any harm
Dump your body in a ditch
I love thighs, skinny, thick
Making money give me kicks
She drool all on my dick
Then her face full of her spit
I remember back in class
Sneaky touching on her ass
We couldn't let 'em know
I was with another boo
Even did shit in her room
That some shit we can't undo
But I wouldn't if I could
We were young and I craved fruit

I was failing school, I said "fuck this"
I dropped out and sold dope to make music
Got tattoos, everybody said I'm stupid
So anywhere I went I was excluded
Give a fuck 'cause I'm rich and I drip now
Gucci belt, Hugo Boss on my sweatpants
And my bitch never left, never switched sides
Ride or die, Bonnie Clyde, we have close ties, yeah

I always make tracks, pray for cash
Fill up gas in the coupe
Driving fast, dodge the boys in blue
Versace bomber black, she a snack
Make me slack, little hoe
Need her home to stay in control
I'm out chasing bags, came from rags
Now my hands full of gold
I walked an intense road
I'll make my baby gag, love the drool
I'm a creep but she cool
Talk in codes 'cause we both closed

I always make tracks, pray for cash
Fill up gas in the coupe
Driving fast, dodge the boys in blue
Versace bomber black, she a snack
Make me slack, little hoe
Need her home to stay in control
I'm out chasing bags, came from rags
Now my hands full of gold
I walked an intense road
I'll make my baby gag, love the drool
I'm a creep but she cool
Talk in codes 'cause we both closed