Walked In (feat. Travis Porter & Street Money Boochie)

Looking like a trapper when I walked in the building Mean I got something expensive You know my friends they killin' All these hoes im killin' Nigga came from dope dealing Dirt bike, four wheeling Coming up the street I'm peeling, coming up the street I'm peeling And i might just lose the ceiling And I tryn' grind up on million I might kill it if I feel it Hell yeah damn right I killed it they should give it Matt fot a? Take it and we flip Take it and remix it Take it back You know exactly how it goes I bet you can't do it like this Fully loaded diamond on both of my wrists Scream my name You got a hundred to see I ain't coming in I hit hard like Shorty you live Came all in And turned you both I stay with their kid I am a____ I'm moving the bed Play with the money We put on the man No, no limit, we're bustin' your ass The man has got something special You know my friends They're killin' All these hoes are killin' Lookin' like a motherfuckin' goddess They poppin' Rose ain't poppin' You all ain't got it I got 2 bitches they wanna get wild These bitches want doggie style I got one black and one_____ Smokin' this shit I made her a clown You can't wait to growl So free bitch you gonna ball down I'm fresh here I'll be whining out The man has got something special You know my friends They're killin' All these hoes are killin' All of these hoes be style All my shit be exclusive They don't want me cause I'm coolin' Lookin' like God damn Juno I might fly to Bermude Me and my god damn shooters Click like a god damn ruler All that she wants was a bag of money Get on molly she actin' ____ The man has got something special You know my friends They're killin' All these hoes are killin'