[Lyric] Lonely Fans (Chop Ford)

[Intro]
Shorty couple bands on the gram lemme follow
And she hit the crib on the low she gon' swallow
You know she ain't work in a minute (ohh)
Counting bread cause she ain't work in a minute (ohh)
Shorty went from grams now she doing dance no Apollo
Now she on the 'gram do your lil dance lemme follow
I don't wanna hear shit baby you ain't fronting (yea)
Lemme hit it from the back lemme fall in love with ya

[Verse 1: Kansy]
Shorty know she badder than her friend and she know
And she got a bag of the bands on the low
And she hit the strip like a model
And you know she leave it on the gram for a follow

And she out here jacking like she knows me
And I know that she gon' swallow like she Moby (ohh)
I don't keep them bitches on me
The ones that only show me love with LV on me (ohh)
Shoot a movie like its Dolby
The only fans that she gon' have will leave her lonely
I don't blame you chase a bag but don't involve me
I know that she cut that shit up like Adobe

And i know she cut that shit up get a nose bleed
And she only fuck with niggas that got rolies (ohh)
But don't tell me you a waitress when you see me
Only bottle bitch thats on the pole baby believe me i ain't judging

[Chorus: Kansy]
I ain't judging no no
I ain't judging, I ain't judging no no
I ain't judging, I ain't judging no no
Yeah shorty put that bag up
Shorty put that ass up (yea yea)

Oh no I ain't judging no no
Oh no I ain't judging no no
Yea shorty put that bag up
Shorty put that cash up
Shorty put that ass up

[Verse 2: Kansy]
Shake that ass for a real nigga
Lemme see you throw it back clap clap for a real nigga
I know that you in the field with it
Working 7 days a week tryna get you out the field with it
Toying with them niggas that’ll pay for the pussy
Take that money buy yourself a bag of that Gucci
Give a fuck what anybody say you been counting racks all in they face
Give a fuck what they say

[Verse 3: MRI]
Shawty do it all for the gram
In her bag getting to the bag cause she know she bad
Throwing it back for them bands
Doing tricks with no hands
Goddamn what an entrance when she stepping in the room

Rolling up lighting up glowing up past the moon
In the mood to fuck the club up
Popping bottles till the sun up
Taking photos paid for the promo in Louboutin shoes, yeah
Smiling for the camera cuz she got something to prove, yeah yeah

Aye make that ass clap yeah
Show them what you’re made of
Show the world you ain't afraid of (No one)
Cuz money really changed her, so what?
Hollywood pussy A1, so bomb
Hate the game, not the player
She’s so far gone
She gon' swallow for a follow
With her squad rolling up
Savage giving no fucks