Lyrics to Simon Says
Yeah
(Ayy, Nove)
Yeah
(Nove don't trust you, homie) No bap
Don't let shit get to yo' head (Yeah)
Got too many bitches in bed
These hoes wan' do what I say, just like Simon Says
Three A.M., speedin' on the highway, I'm tryna put ya to bed
Colorful money, yeah, all my hunnids blue, yeah, but we bang red (Blatt)
Yeah, and it get cold like Minnesota ('Sota)
I got bitches geeked up in the bedroom, Coca-Cola (Cola)
Baby, one night her, had to wave her off my shoulder (Shoulder)
Wanna get these muhfuckin' hunnids, I could show ya
Yeah, and I'm poppin' my shit, you can tell
My name 'round town ring bells (Yeah)
In the trap with the bricks and the bales
Got a whole lot of shit and some shells
But these niggas be rats, they tell, yeah
Prada cologne on ya, smell, yeah
Real water, bitch, Michael Phelps
All that I wanted was loyalty and I ain't even need nun' else
I'm just stackin' my green, this shit off the scale
You used to be my dog, nigga, yeah, we was like Kenan and Kel (Kel)
Now you gon' have to watch me ball, done got me a muhfuckin' ticket
Gotta keep my Glocky on, know that this shit get wicked
Momma knew I was a star, she was sayin' this shit since infant (Infant)
Nigga be cap up in they raps, but, my nigga, I really live it, yeah
Shawty ate the dick so good, I put this lil' ho in Fendi (Fendi)
Don't let shit get to yo' head (Yeah)
Got too many bitches in bed
These hoes wan' do what I say, just like Simon Says
Three A.M., speedin' on the highway, I'm tryna put ya to bed
Colorful money, yeah, all my hunnids blue, yeah, but we bang red (Blatt)
Yeah, and it get cold like Minnesota ('Sota)
I got bitches geeked up in the bedroom, Coca-Cola (Cola)
Baby, one night her, had to wave her off my shoulder (Shoulder)
Wanna get these muhfuckin' hunnids, I could show ya (Show ya)
(Ayy, Nove)
Yeah
(Nove don't trust you, homie) No bap
Don't let shit get to yo' head (Yeah)
Got too many bitches in bed
These hoes wan' do what I say, just like Simon Says
Three A.M., speedin' on the highway, I'm tryna put ya to bed
Colorful money, yeah, all my hunnids blue, yeah, but we bang red (Blatt)
Yeah, and it get cold like Minnesota ('Sota)
I got bitches geeked up in the bedroom, Coca-Cola (Cola)
Baby, one night her, had to wave her off my shoulder (Shoulder)
Wanna get these muhfuckin' hunnids, I could show ya
Yeah, and I'm poppin' my shit, you can tell
My name 'round town ring bells (Yeah)
In the trap with the bricks and the bales
Got a whole lot of shit and some shells
But these niggas be rats, they tell, yeah
Prada cologne on ya, smell, yeah
Real water, bitch, Michael Phelps
All that I wanted was loyalty and I ain't even need nun' else
I'm just stackin' my green, this shit off the scale
You used to be my dog, nigga, yeah, we was like Kenan and Kel (Kel)
Now you gon' have to watch me ball, done got me a muhfuckin' ticket
Gotta keep my Glocky on, know that this shit get wicked
Momma knew I was a star, she was sayin' this shit since infant (Infant)
Nigga be cap up in they raps, but, my nigga, I really live it, yeah
Shawty ate the dick so good, I put this lil' ho in Fendi (Fendi)
Don't let shit get to yo' head (Yeah)
Got too many bitches in bed
These hoes wan' do what I say, just like Simon Says
Three A.M., speedin' on the highway, I'm tryna put ya to bed
Colorful money, yeah, all my hunnids blue, yeah, but we bang red (Blatt)
Yeah, and it get cold like Minnesota ('Sota)
I got bitches geeked up in the bedroom, Coca-Cola (Cola)
Baby, one night her, had to wave her off my shoulder (Shoulder)
Wanna get these muhfuckin' hunnids, I could show ya (Show ya)
