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We do what we want You do what they say We tryna get money baby Laughing to bank like Ha-ha-ha, today's a good day Fuck what's going on Man a nigga getting paid Twenties, fifties, hundreds She on that pole tryna pay her way through college Go'n get your money baby Ha-ha-ha, today's a good day Fuck what's going on Man a nigga getting paid I made 20 racks off them 20 packs I spent 20 racks flying there and back She just want to fuck, don't want to get attached She just want to fuck 'cause I'm to the max Just so you know I got that package on the way now I think I trust her, I can fuck her where I stay now You know I got to count the money 'fore I lay down Cause in the morning I wake up, they're making plays now, yeah And you know I got to get the money nigga, I'ma get it get it And lil woadie man I can't be fuckin' with you if he ain't with it And lil shawty baby can't be comin' with us girl if she ain't with it Cause at any minute Nigga I'ma blow this bitch up We do what we want You do what they say We tryna get money baby Laughing to bank like Ha-ha-ha, today's a good day Fuck what's going on Man a nigga getting paid Twenties, fifties, hundreds She on that pole tryna pay her way through college Go'n get your money baby Ha-ha-ha, today's a good day Fuck what's going on Man a nigga getting paid Trigger for the money Seven up, double cup for the muddy Pimpin', I could sell a snow bunny Got juice with the D, no Sunny On my way to the A just to meet Sonny I just do it for my youngins and the fiends buggin' Wake up every day, I'm chasing hundreds [?] I'm ok when I'm road-running Listen to me youngin, might learn something I ain't never had a nigga teach me nothing Young nigga and my address 800 Easter pink in my drink, I ain't egg hunting [?] MAC all black with the beam button We just came for the bitches, no mean mugging Every time on the scene you know I bring luggage The Rock drop when he smell what Jimmy G's cooking It's just too fun to be a young nigga (young nigga) She want to swallow my sons nigga (my cum nigga) Watch all the niggas that run with you (them young niggas) Them be the niggas that don't fuck with you (fuck niggas) Draco, it came with a drum nigga You cannot eat when we want dinner I cannot lie, I'm a syrup sipper I give the ones to the new strippers We do what we want You do what they say We tryna get money baby Laughing to bank like Ha-ha-ha, today's a good day Fuck what's going on Man a nigga getting paid Twenties, fifties, hundreds She on that pole tryna pay her way through college Go'n get your money baby Ha-ha-ha, today's a good day Fuck what's going on Man a nigga getting paid Leave it to me, I'ma get a weed degree I made it and I blame it all on the streets Taught me how to hustle when I needed to eat Even gave me a place to sleep Now mami calling for that late night creep I tried to tell 'em that I'm so unique Now I get paid every day of the week That money talks so we hardly speak I never leave unless my job complete And keep some Chuck Taylors on my feet My team always on point like a pair of cleats My homies do what they want without a care or need If you don't want to crash they got a careful speed The situation ain't right, then be prepared to leave I'm only here to please Gang gang Khalifa Man, you already know what it is My nigga Hardo, my nigga Jimmy Wopo Trapnese, you know what this thing is man, Pittsburgh And if you motherfuckers aren't getting your cake I feel bad for y'all Matter fact that's your motherfuckin' fault Cause my niggas gon' eat 412, let's go Wiz laugh
Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Joseph Barnett, Travon Smart, Stephen Richard, Mario Patterson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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