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[Intro]
Woah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah (Yeah), Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, Uh

[Chorus]
He say, what she say
I ain’t get shit for my B-Day
And I’m on, what you on
Thinking bout you everyday (yeah)
Money racks this shit a relay
I don't think you niggas relate to me
I’m having withdrawals on withdrawals

[Verse]
Missed calls on missed calls
Don’t call me back, I’m pissed off
I’m confused right now, somehow I can’t cut this bitch off
All up in my head, remember kisses from your lip gloss
And my pockets stay fat, like Rick Ross, bitch
You on my dick, please get off, bitch
I’m in this hoe with a KelTec
Good gas in the air, won’t you smell that
You was laughing in my face, when I poured my heart out, swear to God I had felt that
But my money going up, I can’t even trip, swear to God I almost felt good
It’s the story of this bitch, you want her name
I don’t even think I can tell that

[Chorus]
He say, what she say
I ain’t get shit for my B-Day
And I’m on, what you on
Thinking bout you everyday (yeah)
Money racks this shit a relay
I don't think you niggas relate to me
I’m having withdrawals on withdrawals

[Outro]
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, yeah, yeah
Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey