No Pressure
Moschino Jones
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Aye
Why you trippin on that nigga you can do better
Leaving smears from your tears on my rhude sweater
Cut that nigga off and find a better route
I can be your fall back and fuck you on the couch
Let me fly you out
All star weekend days in the Hamptons
It aint shit to a nigga every day making franklins
You can get what you need but you gotta have patience
Listen more and talk less bae I know its hard to face it
Stop hanging with your so called friends
They basic
Let that money chase you and never chase it
Dont let that nigga fool you with a bracelet
You only got one heart you can't replace it
Just focus on your bag baby
Don't worry bout that nigga get your cash baby
Pump your breaks slow it down
Your moving fast baby
Make this shit a daily hustle
Me and cashmadeit
Oh you got kids huh
Let me guess you want that nigga to pay your bills?
You want that trip to California in the hills huh?
Thats a lot of pressure baby you gotta chill
Taking online classes
You can barely see without your glasses
You think its nerdy but to me you look the baddest
Aye
Them Lulu Leggings make that ass look the fattest
Pussy good you can get the refund from my taxes
Instead of waiting on that call you should fall back
Stop trippin
Momma said that nigga bad for you but you didn't listen
You got blisters on your feet from working graveyard shifts
Yeah your single with some kids but you still a bad bitch
I love them stripes on your ass your a tiger
Come here
I pick you up so you can see me fuck you in the mirror
Good neck baby head game top tier
Drippy nigga white buffs Ima rain deer
They aint the whitest but my pockets the bluest
Your ex nigga he blew it
And I know what to do with it
Say you sick and tired of crying every time he do stupid shit
Now your crestatians wine and dinning pulling up in the newest shit
Your son calls me jones
I get a kick out of it
Let you do the adlibs on my record and get percentage of it
Buy a lot of Birkins and channel and make them jealous of it
That double R culivan on the way look like a telly tuby
That pussy give me wings like a Red Bull
She like it rough with dirty talk and her hair pulled
She climb on top and turn around like a bar stool
This dick will make you leave that nigga like a gargoyle