Expilled, somber111 - don't talk to me Lyrics

She a bad girl, you a gothic bunny
Don't talk to me, I'm toxic honey
She want designer that's pocket money
Broke your heart, can't profit of me
She said my voice so soothing
That's why she loves my music
My bank account keep counting
Money I'mma keep on stacking
She a bad girl, you a gothic bunny
Don't talk to me, I'm toxic honey
She want designer that's pocket money
Broke your heart, can't profit of me
She said my voice so soothing
That's why she loves my music
My bank account keep counting
Money I'mma keep on stacking
Money I keep on stacking
I'm in a whip crusing with a bad bitch
I be counting that money, I'm counting that cash
Left that bitch in the past, I know that bitch mad
I just spent a rack on this motherfucking Louis Bag
He was talking shit, No I am not new to that
He was talking shit, But I am fucking used to that
I keep a stick on my side and I'm shooting that
I gotta shoutout my brothers thats ANTi
Why would I trust you, I don't trust my family
I don't think I'll ever win a grammy
So like XIX, I cop a couple grams
XIX, I cop a couple grams
Always high as hell, don't know where I am
Getting all this money, pull up in a Lamb
Everybody love me shoutout all my fans
She a bad girl, you a gothic bunny
Don't talk to me, I'm toxic honey
She want designer that's pocket money
Broke your heart, can't profit of me
She said my voice so soothing
That's why she loves my music
My bank account keep counting
Money I'mma keep on stacking
She a bad girl, you a gothic bunny
Don't talk to me, I'm toxic honey
She want designer that's pocket money
Broke your heart, can't profit of me
She said my voice so soothing
That's why she loves my music
My bank account keep counting
Money I'mma keep on stacking

She a bad girl, you a gothic bunny
Don't talk to me, I'm toxic honey
She want designer that's pocket money
Broke your heart, can't profit of me
She said my voice so soothing
That's why she loves my music
My bank account keep counting
Money I'mma keep on stacking
She a bad girl, you a gothic bunny
Don't talk to me, I'm toxic honey
She want designer that's pocket money
Broke your heart, can't profit of me
She said my voice so soothing
That's why she loves my music
My bank account keep counting
Money I'mma keep on stacking
Money I keep on stacking
I'm in a whip crusing with a bad bitch
I be counting that money, I'm counting that cash
Left that bitch in the past, I know that bitch mad
I just spent a rack on this motherfucking Louis Bag
He was talking shit, No I am not new to that
He was talking shit, But I am fucking used to that
I keep a stick on my side and I'm shooting that
I gotta shoutout my brothers thats ANTi
Why would I trust you, I don't trust my family
I don't think I'll ever win a grammy
So like XIX, I cop a couple grams
XIX, I cop a couple grams
Always high as hell, don't know where I am
Getting all this money, pull up in a Lamb
Everybody love me shoutout all my fans
She a bad girl, you a gothic bunny
Don't talk to me, I'm toxic honey
She want designer that's pocket money
Broke your heart, can't profit of me
She said my voice so soothing
That's why she loves my music
My bank account keep counting
Money I'mma keep on stacking
She a bad girl, you a gothic bunny
Don't talk to me, I'm toxic honey
She want designer that's pocket money
Broke your heart, can't profit of me
She said my voice so soothing
That's why she loves my music
My bank account keep counting
Money I'mma keep on stacking