Clues

I be fucking money up I be getting some
I be whippin this shit up you be counting none
My pockets filled with blues and your pockets ones
That boy was leaving clues he ain’t had no funds
Mm mm
I’m not her dad but she call me dad
Cuz I’m richer than her baby daddy
I’m not her dad but she call me dad
Cuz I’m richer than her baby dad
I walk out the store I’m popping tags
Every time I cop a bigger bag
Cop a bigger bag
Skrt off in the jag
I be going fast
I won’t come in last

I be fucking money up I be getting some
I be whippin that shit up you be counting none
My pockets filled with blues and your pockets ones
That boy was leaving clues he ain’t had no funds
I got paper not no lined
She wan she me fried
She wan see me fried but
She won’t see me fried
Cuz
I’m high all the time
That’s how I live my life
Taking different flights
And I’m seeing different sights
And I’m okay
She wanna fuck me without no rubber I’m like
No way
She wanna fuck me like undercover I said
Uh look
She wanna fuck me without no rubber I say no way
No way
No way, no way

I’m not her dad but she call me dad
Cuz I’m richer than her baby daddy
I’m not her dad but she call me dad
Cuz im richer than her baby dad

I be fucking money up I be getting some
I be whippin that shit up you be counting none
My pockets filled with blues and your pockets ones
That boy was leaving clues he ain’t had no funds
Mm mm