Selling My Soul Lyrics

I been feenin' for ya love i need some help fasho

All my brothers gotta eat i swear we need some more

Show you things i know you really never seen before

Im so high yeah off the ground i cannot see the floor

Suckin me up she a whore and the shit that im rockin cant get at the store

Ima hit it then girl we not talkin no more

She want fendi the prada the gucci, dior

Ima hit one time then i leave it alone

When she see me walk in she gone take off her clothes

Had to cut that boy off cause he play wit his nose

Ima run up a check im not sellin my soul

Swear im so high off these drugs, I cant be fallin in love

Yeah i be throwin them ones, yeah she gone pick that shit up

Poppin my shit cause i ran that shit up

Lil bitch stop all talkin i just wanna fuck

I might need an accountant im countin it up

And that bitch like a fountain she suckin me up

Tryin to tell all these niggas that i really dont give no fucks

I cant be cuddled up, chasin this money i gotta go get it

You know that's a must, high as fuck in this club

All of these niggas be lame they not fuckin wit us

And i might hit yo bitch cause she fuckin wit us

Bitch you know what it is and you know what it was

Bitch i just want the top im not showin no love

I been feenin' for ya love i need some help fasho

All my brothers gotta eat i swear we need some more

Show you things i know you really never seen before

Im so high yeah off the ground i cannot see the floor

Suckin me up she a whore and the shit that im rockin cant get at the store

Ima hit it then girl we not talkin no more

She want fendi the prada the gucci, dior

Ima hit one time then i leave it alone

When she see me walk in she gone take off her clothes

Had to cut that boy off cause he play wit his nose

Ima run up a check im not sellin my soul

I been feenin' for ya love i need some help fasho

All my brothers gotta eat i swear we need some more

Show you things i know you really never seen before

Im so high yeah off the ground i cannot see the floor

Suckin me up she a whore and the shit that im rockin cant get at the store

Ima hit it then girl we not talkin no more

She want fendi the prada the gucci, dior

Ima hit one time then i leave it alone

When she see me walk in she gone take off her clothes

Had to cut that boy off cause he play wit his nose

Ima run up a check im not sellin my soul