"A Letter To Major" lyrics

(They, they, they, they, they'd probably take her)
(Yeah, man, that girl crazy)

Oh, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah, okay

Never sell your soul to no bitch
The money low, get on your shit
You can't beat down on your dick
And if you need it when you need it
We gon' dig up that stick
It's my tyres but you blow up so I treat you like prince
Take Sean from the three when you get all these trusts
And he ain't no wrackling nigga
Better see you vibin' in VIPs
That pussy good, don't put your hands on that, baby, don't trip
I got you screaming touch money
So don't hold swamin'

When you get that pussy, please, don't let go to the morning
She gon' fuck you good and hit your pockets when you yawning
Better keep your jean on
She gon' fuck you well 'cause you's a win on
OK, you bawlin' like you post
Focus on that money
Don't let hoes get no closer
Almost caught up and that's how I rented to my chauffeur
You in a family of cheats
It's in your family tree
You better bawl out

Never sell your soul to no bitch
The money low, get on your shit
You can't beat down on your dick
And if you need it when you need it
We gon' dig up that stick
It's my tyres but you blow up so I treat you like prince
Take Sean from the three when you get all these trusts
And he ain't no wrackling nigga
Better see you vibin' in VIPs
That pussy good, don't put your hands on that, baby, don't trip
I got you screaming touch money
So don't hold swamin', yeah

But if you love her, do your best
You fuck it up, better clean your mess
'Specially if she solid
Stand up on your business
Don't become no trending topic
Believe in your dreams
You gon' blast up like a rocket