Without warning - Intellectual

Verse 1:

It's all about bitches, hoes, case closed

True talk, ain't none of you fucking with me

Give you a little flavor 'cause it's all for free

Every single thing that you never wanna see

I held it down like the finger fly miraculous King

When these go away you may not get so many more

Slice the throats of your whole click till my palms hurt

I mean this I guarantee you never seen this before

Lay low, Comfort Inn, tucked her in

So come on, let's move it

Boi you better go on

Sayin' I'm not to be fucked wit

Chorus:

All cash monеy

Come here honеy

You'll Be My Girlfriend

With about ten to spend

Cause I'll take yo girl

Yes I can, yes I can

Bring them hoes up in for questioning

Tell the mormons, the God gon' strike without warning

I still go hard

Dirty talk caught me off guard

It don't stop there, so popular I glare

Hustlin' like I didn't even care

Verse 2:

I'mma pimp her, it's over man

I am a dope fiend an

Yo, merci beaucoup, microphone check, one, two

They ain't true forever I'm a rep my crew

Born and raised sellin 'caine and the game don't quit

He just came home, he out in Ghana, packagin' shit

Bitch I'm grown, student loans and a mortgage

At least half the state, has major brain damage

Ice, wrist, shine, grill

Bobby Steels gettin ill

Futuristic data, for a complex matter

The dominant factor is the money I'm after