"My Word" lyrics

"My Word"

And she told him she don't fuck with me, but she know that she do
Don't know why she sat there and lied
I don't know why I fuck with her after she did what she did
Ain't gon' lie, it be blowin' my high, yeah
It be blowin' my high
Baby, come get inside my new ride
Show you the vibe of young rich nigga who's doin' just fine

Yeah, plain Jane on my wrist, got ice on my neck
For my new bitch, I might just get her a check
LV on my feet, I be makin' a mess
It be puddles every time I step
Told me you ain't leavin', you got up and left
Ain't accept it, but fuck it, I guess
I fuck with your vibe, but ain't nothin' less
'Cause my new bitch, she do it the best
Don't tell me you love me, you just wanna fuck me
Have some of my money, bitch, I ain't no dummy
'Member them days a nigga, I was so hungry
Me and Notti buggin' tryna get some money
And the way that I live, a nigga out the country
I got fans in Paris and they love me
You claim that you love me, but put him above me
Then sit on my face like it's nothin', that be funny
I'd give you the world if I could
But I can't, here's some diamonds and pearls
That Van Cleef bracelet, you know you that girl
Stuntin' 'cause you could, bae, let's travel the world
Yeah, yeah, you know you my girl
Yeah, I got you, that's my word

And she told him she don't fuck with me, but she know that she do
Don't know why she sat there and lied
I don't know why I fuck with her after she did what she did
Ain't gon' lie, it be blowin' my high, yeah
It be blowin' my high
Baby, come get inside my new ride
Show you the vibe of young rich nigga who's doin' just fine
And she told him she don't fuck with me, but she know that she do
Don't know why she sat there and lied
I don't know why I fuck with her after she did what she did
Ain't gon' lie, it be blowin' my high, yeah
It be blowin' my high
Baby, come get inside my new ride
Show you the vibe of young rich nigga who's doin' just fine


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