Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh, send the ki' in the sky, I gotta let a bird fly
Stay with your man, you ain't gotta choose sides
Never tell my left hand what I'm doing with the right
Beach full of sand, why I gotta bring mine?
Left my girl at the crib, brought my pistol instead
Rumors getting spread say I'm pissing with the feds
But I don't run around with the shit that I hear
Rolling with the Crown and I'm taken over here
You be tricking on them thots, I should pick 'em out the flocks
Put your rent up on the Glock, with that rental like a yacht, oh
Olay fukusuah, she gonna pop it for a knot
Since you're dying for attention, suicide
[Verse 2]
Man I got a lot of bitches, on God
I swear I'm gettin' tired of bitches
So I send the ki' in the sky, I gotta let a bird fly
I'd rather spend money, baby, I don't spend time
Every entree got something on the side
You can slide or you can stay, it's whatever you decide, on God
I give no fuck, hoes come easy
[Verse 3]
I let a bird fly before I let her stay the night
She on standby for a red eye flight
I don't really care, they come a dozen by the dime
Say it ain't about money, everybody's got a price
I'm just getting this bread, counting this bread
Fucking spending that bread, 'cause we getting more bread
You ain't gotta stick around, baby, there go the door
But don't try to come around when you need more dough
**** tricking on them thots, we should pick 'em out the flocks
Put your rent up on this Glock, with that rental like a yacht, oh
Olay fukusuah, she gonna pop it for a knot
Since you're dying for attention, suicide
[Verse 4]
Man I got a lot of bitches
So much I gotta retire bitches
So I send the ki' in the sky, I gotta let a bird fly
I'd rather spend money, baby, I don't spend time
Every entree got something on the side
You can slide or you can stay, it's whatever you decide, on God
I give no fuck, hoes come easy
[Verse 5]
I'ma real one, Juan Hon Don
Miss one, okay, catch another one
I'ma real one, Juan Hon Don
I'ma real one, Juan Hon Don
Miss one, okay, catch another one
I'ma real one, Juan Hon Don
[Verse 6]
Send the ki' in the sky, I gotta let a bird fly
I'd rather spend money, baby, I don't spend time
Every entree got something on the side
You can slide or you can stay, it's whatever you decide, on God
I give no fuck, hoes come easy
Written by: RJmrLA
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