Lyrics

I don't like to chill with girls 'cause most of them are bitches Except for my momma, she taught me how to make riches Lots of people hate me 'cause they see the way I'm livin' Talking shit will get you hit bitch, you should mind your business You should mind your business bitch 'cause I always mind mine You should mind your business bitch 'cause I ain't got the time My baby makes a lot of money from the fiends Turns that paper into powder then wipes it clean Now he can't feel his face, he's feelin' like The Weeknd Vertigo makes him feel like he's tweakin' He can't feel his face but he can feel this fuckin' tongue Who cares? We're both in love, it doesn't matter that we're young And I have never felt so pretty (no) Than when he's next to me When my baby's next to me I taught myself how I taught myself how I taught myself how to sing listening to Trilogy My baby makes a lot of money from the fiends Turns that paper into powder then wipes it clean Now he can't feel his face, he's feelin' like The Weeknd Vertigo makes him feel like he's tweakin' He feels like he's tweakin' now Baby, you're fine, please calm down He feels like he's tweakin' now Baby, you're fine, please calm down My baby makes a lot of money from the fiends Turns that paper into powder then wipes it clean Now he can't feel his face, he's feelin' like The Weeknd Vertigo makes him feel like he's tweakin' Vertigo makes him feel like he's tweakin'
Writer(s): Kirsten Mccloskey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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