Lyrics

(Violation) Uh-huh (Do something, make me feel good) (Hey, baby) Niggas act like they account never ran into being froze I ain't never play the game of fucking niggas I call bros Don't compare to these bitches that ain't got a set of goals Top-notch bitch, I'm a top-notch pro (nah) Don't need a battery in my back just to get me pumped up Hate when hoes start walking around like they pocket never been fucked up Big-headed bitches never listen, one thing about it I'ma keep it hundred, that's what makes me so damn different Lola going dummy-ummy-ummy-ummy-ummy I don't fuck with broke niggas that's too bummy-ummy-ummy Only thing that should be counting on my nigga is a cheque Went from Netflix and chill, now, I'm tatted on his neck Lola going dummy-ummy-ummy-ummy-ummy Going dummy-ummy-ummy Only thing that's on my mind is this money-oney-oney-oney Is this money-oney-oney-oney No days off, Lola going dummy 'bout this paper Told my nigga, "I need space," he went and copped me out some acres Lola run the city like New York ain't got a mayor Still a big dog, been major, call me big gator I don't wanna have to pick between Chanelly and a pair of shoes Told these bitches is old news like can food, you damn fool Broke friends contiguous, they done warned me not to come near you Hottest in the summer with a sweater on drinking Theraflu Come and fuck with me and vibe with it I don't share, my nigga, it's not in my heart to be kind with it (kind with it) Six feet, demon told him, dive in it It ain't hard to shut my nigga up, it take 'bout five minutes Lola going dummy-ummy-ummy-ummy-ummy Going dummy-ummy-ummy Only thing that's on my mind is this money-oney-oney-oney Is this money-oney-oney-oney Dummy-ummy-ummy-ummy Dummy-ummy-ummy-ummy Money-oney-oney-oney Is this money-oney-oney-oney
Writer(s): Shyniece Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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