James Harden Songtext

Why lie? I got too much to say
I got bread, she got ass, lotta cake
See the feds, do the dash, fuck a brake
And you niggas not gon' last, I can see it in yo face
Gave my car a hard drive 'cause that coupe outta space
I got real mob ties, boy, you too outta place
Yo bitch givе me side eyеs, she gon' do what it take
Burn this bitch like cyanide, take the roof off the place
Nigga, you a bad lie, I'm the truth, bitch, I'm great
Got a Trinidad dime, she gon' do what I say
Need Christina millions in my bank by the way
Bitch, I put the city on, you got rank 'round yo way

Rollin, gave a molly to yo ho and told her keep it focused
They be on my dick then talk behind my back like we ain't notice
Niggas always wanna talk about that bag, nigga show it
Niggas always wanna talk about the past, nigga do it
Bitch, I coulda went out sad but I keep on goin' stupid
I keep making niggas mad every time I drop some music This two hunnid on the dash, stomp that bitch, I'm so abusive
I got James Harden shooters, they got rockets just like Houston