Group Home lyrics

[Hook]
Ridin new cars with some new hoes
I got old money baby sh*t from a group home
She be blowin up my phone always trynna talk about nothin
Every time i make [?] she just be changin the subject

[Verse]
But its whatever tho I ain't worried bout that
Your b*tch is hella dope you should get her mouth back
If i hit it girl i know that she gon treat me good
Sippin lean gave me a belly plus im eatin good
Im in LA with the rack out
Breakin b*tches backs out
Xanny make me pass out
I be ballin on these b*tches
Gettin calls from all these b*tches
Can't fall in love with none these b*tches
She wanted Stacy she can't find one of him
Im the type of n*gga turn a 9 to a 10
Yeah all my friends are dead i just be ridin with Ben
She look good like all her friends i might just slide up with them
Okay

[Hook]
Ridin new cars with some new hoes
I got old money baby sh*t from a group home
She be blowin up my phone always trynna talk about nothin
Every time i make [?] she just be changin the subject
(x2)