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Ayy, Grizz, bring me that Henny Ha Stop staring [Bring me that Henny Nigga Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, bring me that Henny bottle, girl Huh, nigga Phew, phew Ayy, nigga, throw some ones, nigga, Throw some ones at these bitches, nigga They want that Northside shit [Paven, this shit crank] Who gon' throw the most money in here? Nigga, I've been balling all year My section got bottles in there These bitches got and they long hair Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring Nigga, throw some, huh, stop staring I don't need an army of niggas, I ride solo, I'm a gorilla Uh, keep me an army of bitches, I don't want none, you niggas kiss 'em We fuckin' off Hennessy, huh, think I might make me a mini me Pulling them racks out, screaming, "Fuck all my enemies" Nigga throwed in clubs Bitches, they picking up dubs Baby a baddy, huh, she ain't tryna fuck with a scrub I'm looking like daddy, got all these hoes in love Look at my diamonds, nigga, they came from the mud Who gon' throw the most money in here? Nigga, I've been balling all year My section got bottles in there These bitches got and they long hair Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring Nigga, throw some, huh, stop staring I just picked up a whole bunch of bitches I just put it in her mouth like a dentist I own my shit, your shit is rented She suck good dick, that bitch is gifted Love it when she use both hands Love it when she do a lil' dance Love it when she make her ass clap on a handstand She been eating good, hoping that that thing get fatter I threw another rack and told her, "Lil' booties matter" Who gon' throw the most money in here? Nigga, I've been balling all year My section got bottles in there These bitches got and they long hair Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring Nigga, throw some, huh, stop staring Tip a stripper twenty thousand just like it's chump change Watch that ass jump back just like Instagram Boomerang I can't be your Superman [No Your last nigga a super lame [Yep Bad bitch took so many shots, I thought we was at the shooting range Two-seater with limo' tint Two bitches gon' fit in it And they 'bout they paper, they know this dick come with benefits I should be illegal how you wiggle with all that ass They need trash bags, time to clean up all this cash She said, "Damn, Juicy, you one dope-ass nigga" And don't no bad bitch want no broke-ass nigga Homie, it ain't rocket science, all these hoes want a check Why you in the club tryna win a staring contest? Nigga, throw some, stop staring Nigga, throw some, nigga, stop staring Nigga, throw some, phew, stop staring Nigga, throw some, racks, stop staring Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring Nigga, throw some racks, stop staring Nigga, throw some huh, stop staring
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, James William Fedd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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