Lyrics

Yeah, aye, sorry not Sorry, sorry, sorry Sorry not sorry If it ain't 'bout the dough, don't call me Yeah, new blick with the zombies Now your best friend ghost like Tommy I don't do no parties On the road countin' dough with my colleagues Still a one-man army But my dawg got a shot like Conley Had to get it asap, asap, started off rocky I turned a half to a B no Charlie I'm talkin' back when I never had a car key Brown bills wit' a pack like Choudhry Talkin' back when I had to get it on feet Matte black with the Jansport on me .35 Jane with the .45 arm reach Matte black with the Jansport on me .35 Jane with the .45 arm reach Blackjack, got my chip up, I'm on it Ain't no hiccup, let's stick up the money He a rat, put a rat trap on him Put him on the map, put a fat stack on him In the middle of the June they spot 'em, got 'em (Brrt) (Sorry, sorry, sorry...) sorry not sorry If it ain't 'bout the dough, don't call me Yeah, new blick with the zombies Turn your best friend ghost like Tommy I don't do no parties On the road countin' dough with my colleagues Still a one-man army But my dawg got a shot like Conley Had to get it asap, asap, started off rocky I turned a half to a B no Charlie I'm talkin' back when I never had a car key Brown bills wit' a pack like Choudhry Talkin' back when I had to get it on feet Matte black with the Jansport on me .35 Jane with the .45 arm reach
Writer(s): David Obeng Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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