diddy crop

[Chorus] I crop a nigga out like Diddy Ballin', and one He text me, "I'm in your city" I said, "Have fun" He not shit but he real pretty So I act dumb He tryna go 50/50 But fuck fractions [Verse 1] He sending me messages He tryna bless a bitch He saying I'm heaven-sent I got him on 10 and shit I told him I'm celibate He said I ain't selling it I mean he ain't buyin' it Now he tryna buy me shit [Chorus] I crop a nigga out like Diddy Ballin', and one He text me, "I'm in your city" I said, "Have fun" He not shit but he real pretty So I act dumb He tryna go 50/50 But fuck fractions [Verse 2] I don't need it You can keep it I don't read it I dеlete it He try and bеat it I'm like beat it And I mean it Now he feenin' I smell like money so imagine how I taste He can't tell what's prettier my music or my face [Chorus] I crop a nigga out like Diddy Ballin', and one He text me, "I'm in your city" I said, "Have fun" He not shit but he real pretty So I act dumb He tryna go 50/50 But fuck fractions I crop a nigga out like Diddy Ballin', and one He text me, "I'm in your city" I said, "Have fun" He not shit but he real pretty So I act dumb He tryna go 50/50 But fuck fractions