M.a.g.s. - Martian man

She going back, there ain't no one time
She loving that she get my time
Running these laps right through her mind
Thumb through these racks till I go blind
Going up so high baby I won’t fall
How I get so fly, don’t shop at no mall
See me get right that’s when they all call
Saying fuck the price you know I want it all
Now they on my phone with confessions, She’s on my line steady stressing me
Don’t know why they love testing me
Heard the lies ain't no impressing me
I can’t tell where I’m going no, but I ran it up and it’s a blessing (Thank God)
Bro got my back he always ten toes down, and he keep that tucked yeah that’s a wesson (Yeah)
Count it faster with my hands aye
Need the bucks, split that with my mans aye (Uh huh)
We were broke pockets hurting now it's fair play
Get that bag and run it up you niggas stayed the same yeah
Broke niggas always acting strange (No bucks)
Throw a couple hunnid that’s loose change yeah
Bro he got the scope like a new range yeah
Foot all on the gas I don’t do brakes yeah
She going back, there ain't no one time
She loving that she get my time
Running these laps right through her mind
Thumb through these racks till I go blind
Going up so high baby I won’t fall
How I get so fly, don’t shop at no mall
See me get right that’s when they all call
Saying fuck the price you know I want it all

Writers: Big Mags

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