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Steven Moses

"Indecisive"

[intro: Freshie]
She gon' get that money stack that money cos she like it (yah yah yah yah)
She gon' get that money stack that money cos she like it I can't love no b*tch no cos I'm too indecisive (yah yah yah yah yah)

[Chorus: Freshie]
She gon' get that money stack that money cos she like it I can't love no b*tch no cos I'm too indecisive
Alexander Wang that's on my booty never hiking
Designer everything I bet yo b*tch she get excited
High up in the sky he look dirty he the pilot
When I count the cash yeah I do that sh*t in private
Fat ass bank account your pockets on the dying
Less talking more trappin' gotta move silent

[Verse 1: Freshie]
I just want that rollie matching AP with the diamonds
I can't f*ck with n*ggas cos they hate it when your shinin'
Two door coupe with no roof got me slidin'
Pack on the way i swear we call that perfect timing
Doin; what I suppose to do
Couple hundred for the shoot
I'm a little different so I don't want me next to you
I don't need nobody so i'm not stressin' you
Broke ass n*gga you can't let them get the best of you

[Chorus: Freshie]
She gon' get that money stack that money cos she like it I can't love no b*tch no cos I'm too indecisive
Alexander Wang that's on my booty never hiking
Designer everything I bet yo b*tch she get excited
High up in the sky he look dirty he the pilot
When I count the cash yeah I do that sh*t in private
Fat ass bank account your pockets on the dying
Less talking more trappin' gotta move silent

[Verse 2: Steven Moses]
Pull her out my body
AP got the shotty
f*ckin on a thottie, that hoe call me papi
You don't wanna do this, you don't wanna do this, you don't wanna do this, you don't wanna do this
All these bars up in my body got me f*ckin' zooted
Vintage bape, vintage 'preme can't f*ck with that new sh*t
You can't f*ckin' do this
I don't gotta prove sh*t
This my gang we winnin'
We don't f*ck with losin'
That hoe off of half a bean already actin clueless
Said b*tch you f*cking stupid, b*tch you f*cking stupid
Sweatin' off of 33 bars got me f*ckin' zooted
b*tch just give me top
She f*ck me for the jaw
Tell that b*tch oh no don't stop
Cream soda with the wok (ay, yah)
Lil' b*tch suck me don't stop
I could never love a thot (ay, yah)
Pull up my sh*t clean, pull up yeah I flex, with smoke in my chest, mother f*ck the rest

[Chorus: Freshie]
She gon' get that money stack that money cos she like it I can't love no b*tch no cos I'm too indecisive
Alexander Wang that's on my booty never hiking
Designer everything I bet yo b*tch she get excited
High up in the sky he look dirty he the pilot
When I count the cash yeah I do that sh*t in private
Fat ass bank account your pockets on the dying
Less talking more trappin' gotta move silent

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