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
Ay, I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt
And I did it all on my own, ain't need 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 attacked (yeah, yeah)
And I got it right now, I don't give a fuck about who next (yeah, yeah)
Ay, ha ha
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 Veebees on my white tee
You can go skii
And I know these nigga's don't like me
Bro wanna post me
And I pop that shit like mhm, she like mhm
Yeah, she on my dick like mhm, she like mhm
Heard your nigga snitch, (mm-mm, mm-mm)
They don't make no sense, (mm-mm, mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah, ay
I keep a strap on my leg cause I know that these niggas ain't right (yeah, yeah)
Might as well take you a flight cause you niggas ain't gon' take my life (yeah, yeah)
I remember lighting them counters, remember they turn off the lights (yeah, yeah)
I remember wrecking them licks, I went driving, I was driving a bike (yeah, yeah)
I pay a hundred a gram these niggas weren't doin' me right (yeah, yeah)
I got this shit out the mud, I go at this shit with my life (yeah, yeah)
I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt
And I did it all on my own, ain't need 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 attacked (yeah, yeah)
And I got it right now, I don't give a fuck about who next (yeah, yeah)
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 Ay, I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt And I did it all on my own, ain't need 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 attacked (yeah, yeah) And I got it right now, I don't give a fuck about who next (yeah, yeah) Ay, ha ha 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 Veebees on my white tee You can go skii And I know these nigga's don't like me Bro wanna post me And I pop that shit like mhm, she like mhm Yeah, she on my dick like mhm, she like mhm Heard your nigga snitch, (mm-mm, mm-mm) They don't make no sense, (mm-mm, mm-mm) Yeah, yeah, ay I keep a strap on my leg cause I know that these niggas ain't right (yeah, yeah) Might as well take you a flight cause you niggas ain't gon' take my life (yeah, yeah) I remember lighting them counters, remember they turn off the lights (yeah, yeah) I remember wrecking them licks, I went driving, I was driving a bike (yeah, yeah) I pay a hundred a gram these niggas weren't doin' me right (yeah, yeah) I got this shit out the mud, I go at this shit with my life (yeah, yeah) I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt And I did it all on my own, ain't need 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 attacked (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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