Greedy
Want a bag full of green, Im feeling greedy
They say money the riot to evil, and im feeling like a demon
Fuck bitches they be skeemin'
No trust but sometimes, I be feelin like i need one
Young city nigga, need a city girl who swiping them visaaas
Bad lil bitch, all about a chip
If you aint talkin cash, I dont need ya
I dont need ya, you was just for season
Cut you off, baby, i dont need a reason
Neck shinning, hell nah this aint a beacon
Give her Holy dick, shawty treat me like a deacon
Aint no love, baby save it
You had to be my bitch if I ate it
If she talkin cash shit, then she speaking my language
Call me cocaine, cause she need it but its dangerous
Bad thottiana, gon' and buss it
All in it, get to gushing when Im fuckin
Call me midas, cause she love when I touch it
Aint bring home hunnids? I dont want it
I make this shit look easy
Baby dont watch me watch tv
Why you actin like you need me
I dont need nothing but the green, Im feelin greedy
Want a bag full of green, Im feeling greedy
They say money the riot to evil, and im feeling like a demon
Fuck bitches they be skeemin'
No trust but sometimes, I be feelin like i need one
Young city nigga, need a city girl who swiping them visaaas
Bad lil bitch, all about a chip
If you aint talkin cash, I dont need ya
If you ain't talkin bout cash, then I don't need ya
Never trickin' on a shorty, cause this dick is worth a visa
Need every slice of bread, I need my pie, i need my pizza,
Put some ice up on my neck and now a nigga walking freezer
Told her say she love you, you stupid, you believe her
She gave me all your bread and I'm still bout to bleed her
I'm a louboutin lion
So drippy look like I'm crying
Keep all of my business private
She lyin, y'all niggas buy it
Christian on my feet, my homie name is margiela,
I love her for her bag, I think that i'm gonna tell her
Im never goin out sad, scammin and livin better
Got some dreams in my pocket, on mommas i'm bout to sell em
Cityboy 9, i bleed these bitches for a dime
She buy me what I want, but she can't get time
I rob her for her dough. she texting saying she miss me
She said she want a label? bitch sign this 360
Want a bag full of green, Im feeling greedy
They say money the riot to evil, and im feeling like a demon
Fuck bitches they be skeemin'
No trust but sometimes, I be feelin like i need one
Young city nigga, need a city girl who swiping them visaaas
Bad lil bitch, all about a chip
If you aint talkin cash, I dont need ya
They say money the riot to evil, and im feeling like a demon
Fuck bitches they be skeemin'
No trust but sometimes, I be feelin like i need one
Young city nigga, need a city girl who swiping them visaaas
Bad lil bitch, all about a chip
If you aint talkin cash, I dont need ya
I dont need ya, you was just for season
Cut you off, baby, i dont need a reason
Neck shinning, hell nah this aint a beacon
Give her Holy dick, shawty treat me like a deacon
Aint no love, baby save it
You had to be my bitch if I ate it
If she talkin cash shit, then she speaking my language
Call me cocaine, cause she need it but its dangerous
Bad thottiana, gon' and buss it
All in it, get to gushing when Im fuckin
Call me midas, cause she love when I touch it
Aint bring home hunnids? I dont want it
I make this shit look easy
Baby dont watch me watch tv
Why you actin like you need me
I dont need nothing but the green, Im feelin greedy
Want a bag full of green, Im feeling greedy
They say money the riot to evil, and im feeling like a demon
Fuck bitches they be skeemin'
No trust but sometimes, I be feelin like i need one
Young city nigga, need a city girl who swiping them visaaas
Bad lil bitch, all about a chip
If you aint talkin cash, I dont need ya
If you ain't talkin bout cash, then I don't need ya
Never trickin' on a shorty, cause this dick is worth a visa
Need every slice of bread, I need my pie, i need my pizza,
Put some ice up on my neck and now a nigga walking freezer
Told her say she love you, you stupid, you believe her
She gave me all your bread and I'm still bout to bleed her
I'm a louboutin lion
So drippy look like I'm crying
Keep all of my business private
She lyin, y'all niggas buy it
Christian on my feet, my homie name is margiela,
I love her for her bag, I think that i'm gonna tell her
Im never goin out sad, scammin and livin better
Got some dreams in my pocket, on mommas i'm bout to sell em
Cityboy 9, i bleed these bitches for a dime
She buy me what I want, but she can't get time
I rob her for her dough. she texting saying she miss me
She said she want a label? bitch sign this 360
Want a bag full of green, Im feeling greedy
They say money the riot to evil, and im feeling like a demon
Fuck bitches they be skeemin'
No trust but sometimes, I be feelin like i need one
Young city nigga, need a city girl who swiping them visaaas
Bad lil bitch, all about a chip
If you aint talkin cash, I dont need ya
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Writer(s): Kyron Frazier-ward
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