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[Intro]
Woah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah (Yeah), Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, Uh

[Chorus]
He say, what she say
I ain’t get sh*t for my B-Day
And I’m on, what you on
Thinking bout you everyday (yeah)
Money racks this sh*t a relay
I don't think you n*ggas relate to me
I’m having withdrawals on withdrawals

[Verse]
Missed calls on missed calls
Don’t call me back, I’m p*ssed off
I’m confused right now, somehow I can’t cut this b*tch off
All up in my head, remember kisses from your lip gloss
And my pockets stay fat, like Rick Ross, b*tch
You on my di*k, please get off, b*tch
I’m in this hoe with a KelTec
Good gas in the air, won’t you smell that
You was laughing in my face, when I poured my heart out, swear to God I had felt that
But my money going up, I can’t even trip, swear to God I almost felt good
It’s the story of this b*tch, you want her name
I don’t even think I can tell that
[Chorus]
He say, what she say
I ain’t get sh*t for my B-Day
And I’m on, what you on
Thinking bout you everyday (yeah)
Money racks this sh*t a relay
I don't think you n*ggas relate to me
I’m having withdrawals on withdrawals

[Outro]
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, yeah, yeah
Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey