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[Intro: SoFaygo]
So many bitches wanna be my baby (Yeah)
Riding 'round town in a damn Mercedes (Huh)
No, I'm not no game, baby, you can't play me
I am not a card, baby, you can't trade me (Huh)
I was just calling you back
To, uh, let you know that I, I love you
(DeliverTheCrush)

[Chorus: SoFaygo & Yung Fazo]
So many bitches wanna be my baby (Yeah)
Riding 'round town in a damn Mercedes (Huh)
No, I'm not no game, baby, you can't play me
I am not a card, baby, you can't trade me (Huh)
I been thinking lately, pay attention, baby
Servin' white like the 80's, fast car, nigga, race me
You cannot erase me, that ho wanna taste me
Why these hoes chase me? 'Cause of all this damn cheese
I can f..ck your ho, nigga, I can make her happy
Hit her from the back, nigga, she call me daddy
Tell that lil' boy Max, nigga, I do it gladly
I got a bad bitch, your bitch trashy
Yeah, my bitch nasty, point me to the cash, please
White ho call me rad, when I sit lastly
Like the way you came at me, but you can't have me
Counting up the cash flow baby, I just be adding (Okay, let's go)

[Verse: Yung Fazo]
I get rackies, yeah, okay, no delay (Woo, buh)
Run up on the gang, we hit your face, he erased, yeah (Oh, oh, oh)
Man, I'm off the gas and it's just taking me to space, yeah
And I'm smoking 'cause it's good at taking away my pain (Let's go, let's go), yeah
You can't feel what I feel, yeah
Getting to these baby and she shivering like millions
I got a Latina and I think she was Brazilian (Yeah, yeah)
Can't stop making that money 'til my bank account got billions (Woah, buh, buh, buh)
You talking down on the gang, we come and pull up with a stick (Grrah)
I got the diamonds the wrist (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause of my clothes, yeah, she know that I'm rich (Yeah)
Watch how I switch up my flow, I show 'em my moves, yeah, you can't do it like this (Yeah)
Every time I make a song with my bro Faygo, you know that that shit is a hit (Woo, grrah!)

[Chorus: SoFaygo with Yung Fazo]
So many bitches wanna be my baby (Yeah)
Riding 'round town in a damn Mercedes (Huh)
No, I'm not no game, baby, you can't play me
I am not a card, baby, you can't trade me (Huh)
I been thinking lately, pay attention, baby
Servin' white like the 80's, fast car, nigga, race me
You cannot erase me, that ho wanna taste me
Why these hoes chase me? 'Cause of all this damn cheese
I can f..ck your ho, nigga, I can make her happy
Hit her from the back, nigga, she call me daddy
Tell that lil' boy Max, nigga, I do it gladly
I got a bad bitch, your bitch trashy
Yeah, my bitch nasty, point me to the cash, please
White ho call me rad, when I sit lastly
Like the way you came at me, but you can't have me
Counting up the cash flow, baby, I just be adding


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