JA$MINE (feat. J Molley)

That's a bad bitch, yeah

Smoke like jasmine, yeah

Smoke like jasmine, yeah

Smoke my package, yeah

Count that cash bitch, yeah

Smoke like jasmine, yeah

Try, man they talk

I need fans to talk

She need fans to fly

I get bags to talk

I get bag to talk

I get bags to talk

Racks, chop, flash, rock this

Edited me just to be shit

Bag flow through let it beep

Doja smokin' for the peace O2 red THC

Uh, I can't even trust a bad bitch

Gotta get it, ain't no beef

I've been movin' really manic, rollin', goin'

Yeah, we gotta keep the cameras rollin'

Smokin' up a lot, I know they cap, chokin'

On the dick and that's a wrap, you **** hoes

Play my shit up on repeat

Certain to bring the degrees

Make **** pay me a fee

Might have went in with the green

I need a leash please, yeah

She drop to her knees, knees, yeah

My mind in my DE, yeah

Diamond and freak, she

She ride on the DE, yeah

But I gotta leave, B, skrrt

Better ride it for me, skrrt

Brand new birth

Thank God for my worth

Gotta get this work

Ran it up like skrrt

Ran it up like skrrt

Tryna make my labor, birth

I know I can lap put that on my own

I make that shit work

I been movin' savage low key

Run up the racks again

Go for the fans again

Split all the dividends, write it and get it

Get when I have plans again

Need an advance again

Pull up, go ham again, yo, yo

That's a bad bitch, yeah

Smoke like jasmine, yeah

Smoke like jasmine, yeah

Smoke my package, yeah

Count that cash bitch, yeah

Smoke like jasmine, yeah

That's a bad bitch, yeah

Smoke like jasmine, yeah

Smoke like jasmine, yeah

Smoke my package, yeah

Count that cash bitch, yeah

Smoke like jasmine, yeah

That's a sad kid

Molley pop pills like addicts

I don't pop nothing from sidechicks, no

Whoa, got a bitch that look like jasmine

Always be ready to stab, bound

We even met in the past tense, whoa

Brand new cheque?

Thank God for my pills

Thank her for her sex

Thank God He ain't real

Gotta get these bills

Get that cash like tills

Thank God I don't feel

Thank God life ain't real

I need codeine please

Homie like please, cheap

Prayers go on her knees, cheese

She don't wanna release me, whoa

Money don't need to see, fee

Gotta pay the police, we sh

Get the money and clean sheets

They don't try to police me

That's a bad bitch, yeah

Shorty got ass, tits, yeah

Got a bag off her last ex, whoa

That's a bad chick

What I wanted, I have it

Molley don't pay to get access, no

That's a bad bitch, yeah

Smoke like jasmine, yeah

Smoke like jasmine, yeah

Smoke my package, yeah

Count that cash bitch, yeah

We gettin' mad bitch