Posed To
The Kid LAROI, G Herbo
Yeah, I can never break, never fold too
And I can never conversate like a ho do
Shit, I don't really know what they told you
I'm just getting money
Fucking hoes like I'm 'posed to
Shawty think she special, but she old news
I just told her ass hit the road
Like she 'posed to i don't got the time
Thought I motherfuckin' told you
I'm just getting money
Fucking hoes like I'm 'posed to
Yeah, on the road (Uh)
I'ma check a million plus
Ain't thinkin' 'bout no hoes (What)
Rockin' icy shit, that's rolls, in a Rolls
(In a Rolls Royce)
Know how to make her touch her toes
And her soul (yeah)
And I'm with my bros, everywhere I go
(Uh, huh) quarter million ain't none
Like three to five shows (For real)
I don't want no credit for this
I do what I'm 'posed to (I'm posed)
Can't go toe-to-toe to a nigga like me
I'll expose you (I'll expose)
What you know, I showed you
I was tryna mold you (Mold you)
Could've kept that shit all to myself
But yet I told you (I told you)
To my left and my right shoulder
All soldiers
VVS on my neck, baby, ain't none but boulders
(Never, yeah)
Yeah, I can never break, never fold too
And I can never conversate like a ho do
(Uh, huh)
Shit, I don't really know what they told you
(Don't really know) i'm just getting money
Fucking hoes like I'm 'posed to
Shawty think she special, but she old news
(Old news) i just told her ass hit the road
Like she 'posed to i don't got the time
Thought I motherfuckin' told you
I'm just getting money
Fucking hoes like I'm 'posed to
Probably fucked more than a thousand
Hoes 'fore I slow down
I'ma take myself some funny
Stories when I'm older
I been thuggin' all my life
So my heart colder
Fuck around and hit a hundred
Shots when we roll down
Other than designer clothes
L'll never fold down (I ain't never)
Tryna deck the county jail
Gave a hundred bros up (I ain't lyin')
Know some niggas down the road
'til they cellmate older
But if you elevate your mind
They'll never hold you
Yo, LAROI, you my lil' bro
I'm gon' forever go for you (LAROI)
And you get some paper now
But there's a lot more for you (A lot more)
Niggas trippin' 'bout a slice
But won't get a loaf (Get the fucking loaf)
And if they ever in your way
You gotta clear the road (Uh)
Yeah, I can never break, never fold too
And I can never conversate like a ho do
Shit, I don't really know what they told you
I'm just getting money
Fucking hoes like I'm 'posed to
Shawty think she special, but she old news
I just told her ass hit the road
Like she 'posed to i don't got the time
Thought I motherfuckin' told you
I'm just getting money
Fucking hoes like I'm 'posed to
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