Bitter Sweet lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro]
Man a n*gga just really want money, man. You know what I'm sayin'? A n*gga don't really give a sh*t about too much. I don't really care what these teachers say, I don't really care what these hoes say, man. n*gga just want millions n*gga, just want millions, bruh. Know what I'm sayin'? I don't really give a sh*t about too much, I care about my n*ggas and I care about money man, that's all I really give a sh*t about. That's just to be completely honest, I don't give a f*ck about what none of ya'll hoes talkin' about. If ya'll n*ggas ain't talkin' about money don't talk to me

[Verse]
Ain't nobody flyer, young n*gga, nobody higher
When I pull out this nine watch how fast his realness expire
I never trust a n*gga, never will I trust a ho
Bitter sweet young n*gga with some nice clothes
I ball like Sean Kemp, poppin' bottles in the Vip
I feel like a pimp at Long Johns eatin' my shrimp
Surrounded by bad b*tches, I thank god for all my b*tches
Without all my b*tches I would probably still have b*tches
In that droptop Volvo all my migos call me Marco
Real n*gga rule number one, never give out your info
Pocket full of pintos, different color like some Mentos
X be smokin' cigs, I guess he do it for the Menthol
I miss my brother Jimmy, biggest influence to me
STYCXS and young n*gga I got all access
I see why these n*ggas mad cause I got all the hoes
I see why these n*ggas mad cause I got all the hoes
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