I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck
In the kitchen digital scales producing the product
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
Ridiculed by everyone "he's white how can he play sports."
Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust
Two sports references of people who are important
She shift my gears and whispered in my ear
A digital visuals about to appear
I just look at you, smile, then wink, thought sports was my thing,
Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
My low low is so digital that it creates an expandable
Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only
Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/
A fuck that we will never give is like our pops
We drive around in million dollar sports cars
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