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 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 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 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 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