Wear a belt
Yeah you already know what the fuck going on
*Think it's a game?*
Yeah let's get money this shit funny
Bruh, I told you
Lemme tell my shit on that
[Chorus]
Ay, I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt
And I did it all on my own, ain't yo help (yeah, yeah)
And it smell like money man, even when I belch (yeah, yeah)
And I heard my strikes, I could've been a ref- (yeah, yeah)
The way cook don't [?] in a chef (yeah, yeah)
And I'm ballin' real hard bitch, I might get a [?] (yeah, yeah)
And I got it right now, I don't give a fuck about who next (yeah, yeah)
Ay, ha ha
[Verse 1]
I don't give a doodie like bb
It's a street sweep
In a wagon, it's a big jeep
This ain't no G
Fuck her in the cell like meet me
'Cause she a neat freak
In the streets
I was knee deep
I was knee deep
I got [?] on my white tee
You can go skii
And I know these n*gga's don't like me
Bro wanna post me
And I pop that shit like mhm, like mhm
Yeah she on my dick like mhm, she like mhm
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
Ay, I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt
And I did it all on my own, ain't yo help (yeah, yeah)
And it smell like money man, even when I belch (yeah, yeah)
And I heard my strikes, I could've been a ref- (yeah, yeah)
The way cook don't [?] in a chef (yeah, yeah)
And I'm ballin' real hard bitch, I might get a [?] (yeah, yeah)
And I got it right now, I don't give a fuck about who next (yeah, yeah)
[Intro] Wear a belt Yeah you already know what the fuck going on *Think it's a game?* Yeah let's get money this shit funny Bruh, I told you Lemme tell my shit on that [Chorus] Ay, I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt And I did it all on my own, ain't yo help (yeah, yeah) And it smell like money man, even when I belch (yeah, yeah) And I heard my strikes, I could've been a ref- (yeah, yeah) The way cook don't [?] in a chef (yeah, yeah) And I'm ballin' real hard bitch, I might get a [?] (yeah, yeah) And I got it right now, I don't give a fuck about who next (yeah, yeah) Ay, ha ha [Verse 1] I don't give a doodie like bb It's a street sweep In a wagon, it's a big jeep This ain't no G Fuck her in the cell like meet me 'Cause she a neat freak In the streets I was knee deep I was knee deep I got [?] on my white tee You can go skii And I know these n*gga's don't like me Bro wanna post me And I pop that shit like mhm, like mhm Yeah she on my dick like mhm, she like mhm [Verse 2] [Chorus] Ay, I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt And I did it all on my own, ain't yo help (yeah, yeah) And it smell like money man, even when I belch (yeah, yeah) And I heard my strikes, I could've been a ref- (yeah, yeah) The way cook don't [?] in a chef (yeah, yeah) And I'm ballin' real hard bitch, I might get a [?] (yeah, yeah) And I got it right now, I don't give a fuck about who next (yeah, yeah) Explain Request ×
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