Letra de Codes - Zelly Ocho

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay (Star Boy, you're my hero)

No, I don't wanna have sex

Uh, I wanna fuck a check, yeah

I wanna fuck on a jet

Bitch, you wrong, better come correct

My bro locked up and we call and collect (woo)

We still talkin' to go (yeah)

Fuckin' that bit' like I'm [?]

Okay, what is you on? (yeah)

Play with the gang, get gone

Yeah, no way you makin' it home (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Money on my mind all day (yeah)

I'm up countin' that shit in the hallway

I got me some money, said fuck fame

Fuck it, don't even call me

He shot at an opp and missed, had to go to the gun range

What I spent last month, I coulda got a new chain

I need a car, give a fuck 'bout a lease

I put my dick in her ear like beats

Okay, suck on that dick, you get [?]

Chop, chop, screw and I pour up the drink

Okay, I pull up with Big 14 (woo)

I used to walk, now I sit on the plane seat (yeah)

More racks, I'ma go get me some money

No cat, that bit' wanna fuck, she a ho

Gotta get up and get straight to the dough (Star Boy)

Gotta get straight to the dough

Yeah, I'm geeked off four

I put the 4 in the drank, and yo' bitch wanna sip it, oh

I took a perc' on the plane, didn't make it to my show

I wanna fuck that bitch everywhere in the spot, we already fucked on the floor

Gotta get up and get money

I don't know what they talkin' 'bout, I don't even know them though

Don't give a fuck who you is, I don't give a fuck 'bout bro

Yeah, that bitch wanna ride so I said "let's go"

I told her to go get some money, what we gon' argue for

I was down bad broke, they ain't even fuck with bro

These niggas these days switch up for a lil' rap dough

I ain't bout to argue with no nigga on Instagram posts

It took a long time to get here, nigga, I'm just tryna grow

Grow, one day you gon' blow up

Show, if you said it's smoke, then roll up

She said that she bad, so what?

He think that he know somebody, he don't know us

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