Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Money365
Songwriter
Lyrics
Whipping work in the kitchen Windows closed the neighbours
Can't smell it
And I'll never smoke it but I sell it
She asking what I do
Straight trap No credit
Jug 24s this dirty money that I'm Getting
My young sav sick tell him get em He'll get em
But moretime if I tell him step I'm Coming with
Broad day my soldier got a rammy on His hip
Broadway kitties posted like they Own the strip
Me I'm outer too I'm tryna make a 100 jibs
Jakes tryna pop me
Down caught me with some things
While I'm writing this
I'm wrapping liz and Bobby
Up in cling
We fighting like I'm Tyson
Or I'm leaving wholes in ur skin
Hella Rebs on me
Pushing weight I ain't in the gym
Asking what I'm doing
Everyday I fucking get it in
Addicted to the trap
Getting money that's my Medicine
I love my **** so much
I could Never switch up
You don't even know me
But you got your bitch sucked
Fucked her few times and cut
Ain't a hoe I showed love
Been getting money
I can show u some old funds
**** switch quick
Why I hesitate to show love
I be in the trap
Posted with my own grub
Asking if it's new
Cah he really like the old stuff
I don't even speak
I just tell the kitties smoke up
2 for 25 who got better deals own up Splashing all your ready
Your a joke stack ur Doe up
Even if you get the drop
I doubt your gonna show up
Bando settings park my Shank
In the sofa
In the kitchen doing chef
I'm whipping up yola
Stack getting thicker
Reup on a whole one
Told this ute back out a rack he Couldn't show one
I be getting busy ain't focused ona broke bum
Bitch you can't facade me you must Think that I'm dumb
Pull up at the back coz there's
Cameras at the front
Dense cali buds buy runts
And fill em up
My **** to sick
Back his yings and push it in your gut
My other **** sav fill the clip and Glrrrr
Written by: Money365