Texty

You know what the fuck goin' on Yo, Chase B! Nigga, G6 get live, three-sixty-five Shoulda caught my eye, finna lost my mind Puttin' everything gone when I walk outside She know that's my theme song when the money start flyin' Don't call me fake, bitch, call me wavy (uh-huh) Goin' on tour and I'm takin' the Navy (yeah) You ain't got no money, niggas talk to you crazy I'll stand back, bein' patient I'ma add a little more for the ones who waited (I'ma-I'ma add a little more) Look how lit everything updated (yeah) Bought a new kit, and my bitch upgraded (yuh) Popped one more, now I feel mеdicated (cop one) You gotta be a nigga, diеd with the strap on him 'cause a nigga hesitated (that's crazy) I'ma add one more 'cause the bitch get drunk and she act like she ain't even straight (that's wavy) I'ma add to my cup, tryna stretch my Benz (yee) Ho's reachin' from the crowd, tryna touch my hands (yee) Grabbin' ho's from the crowd, bitch, fuck my mans (come on) Put the man back down, finna stuff my pants (mm) These niggas dig boy out the trench Niggas, just look in my eyes (just look in my eye) Had to put my young nigga on the lick You can break it down with the squad (you can break it down with the squad) Nigga, G6 get live, three-sixty-five Shoulda caught my eye, finna lost my mind Puttin' everything gone when I walk outside She know that's my theme song when the money start flyin' Shoulda seen my eyes when I first seen them pies (when I first seen them pies) Used to dream about the millions and puttin' on my guys (put on my guys) I can call a couple killas, tell 'em, "Nigga, slide" (tell them, "Nigga, slide") I should let that hood shit go, but I got too much pride (too much pride) I can't take no slack (no), please don't show off my racks Got a package as a front and trapped it out the back (trapped it out the back) Bitch, I keep some thousands on me Your bitch chosen, now she want it (yeah) I put up so many racks, I damn near tripped and found the hunnid, yeah (Zona) G6 get live, three-sixty-five Shoulda caught my eye, finna lost my mind Puttin' everything gone when I walk outside She know that's my theme song when the money start flyin' (hey) Just a left a 7 (brr), now I'm in a wreck (Beep) on 72nd (beep, bah) There's like ten whips outside Ho clean, still gon' drive (come on) Goin' off G6 in a G5 Bad lil' bitch (yeah) wanna catch my vibe (come on) In the club and we still got sticks inside (bah) If I call up, yeah, you know they gon' slide In the trench (brr) and I'm puttin' in overtime (brr) Watch for the mail, they comin' by 9 (hey) I ain't even fuckin' with the mail, that's fly (yeah) You sing like everything I sell, they buy (yeah) Zona Man whipped it up, brought that shine Lookin' at the presy, it's perfect timin' (hey) G6 get live, three-sixty-five Shoulda caught my eye, finna lost my mind Puttin' everything gone when I walk outside She know that's my theme song when the money start flyin'
Writer(s): Ronald La Tour, Chase Benjamin, Gabor Turucz, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Terrance James George Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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