she wild
• Written by NoFxce
Sorry in advance, I don't give a fuck about love, I want bands
She won't get a dollar off the boy, no chance
You gon' lose it all for the bitch, I can't
She was at the telly throwin' it back, no hands
Throw it up, let it fall, I call that the money dance
Goddamn, too much cash, we ran out of rubber bands
Throw it up, run it up, I know I'm gon' make it back
They think I'm young and I'm dumb so they tryna put it past
Oh, she wildin'
Twenty-one, she say she straight out of college
Best friend already hit it, she got mileage
Ooh, I can feel it in the air, Phil Collins
Dollars, all she want, I can't blame her
But shawty a thot and I just can't save her
I don't do no favors, talk to you later
I don't wanna tell you again
Sorry in advancе, I don't give a fuck about love, I want bands
She won't gеt a dollar off the boy, no chance
You gon' lose it all for the bitch, I can't
She was at the telly throwin' it back, no hands
Throw it up, let it fall, I call that the money dance
Goddamn, too much cash, we ran out of rubber bands
Throw it up, run it up, I know I'm gon' make it back
They think I'm young and I'm dumb so they tryna put it past
Ou
She ballin'
21 I knew she's straight out of college
Hit it once, then hit it twice I gave her milelage
She gon feel it in her toes, I'll have her wining
Winding up and down
That shit crazy
Don't talk to me nicely, that shit don't faze me
I know you stuck in a fantasy
I'm living lavishly
You think that this will just all magically
Magically just happen to you
Like this shit just happened to me
You come around and then you ask me for some money
I don't like the way you lie to me
Look up to my face and to cry to me
Oh baby
I don't like the way that you talk back
And I don't like the way that we fight back
But we both know that we gotta come and say sorry
Oh I'm sorry baby
Sorry in advance, I don't give a fuck about love, I want bands
She won't get a dollar off the boy, no chance
You gon' lose it all for the bitch, I can't
She was at the telly throwin' it back, no hands
Throw it up, let it fall, I call that the money dance
Goddamn, too much cash, we ran out of rubber bands
Throw it up, run it up, I know I'm gon' make it back
They think I'm young and I'm dumb so they tryna put it past
They put it past me
Acting like all this my fault, now they can't stand me
I throw it up, let it fall, I call that the money dance
Say you wanna be my girl but you be texting all my friends
Girl don't play me
I don't like the lies that you tell me
Yeah you say you love me
Then you go behind my back and try to stab me
Oh no
Everybody knows that you be playing games
Running back and fourth, nothing will stay the same
And don't be calling, cause you know that I won't answer, but just know I'm not sorry
I don't like the way that you talk back
And I don't like the way that we fight back
But we both know that we gotta come and say sorry
Oh I'm sorry baby
Sorry in advance, I don't give a fuck about love, I want bands
She won't get a dollar off the boy, no chance
You gon' lose it all for the bitch, I can't
She was at the telly throwin' it back, no hands
Throw it up, let it fall, I call that the money dance
Goddamn, too much cash, we ran out of rubber bands
Throw it up, run it up, I know I'm gon' make it back
They think I'm young and I'm dumb so they tryna put it past
