歌詞

I been cooped up for like a 100 days On the grind nigga think I made 100 plays Yeah they love to talk what they gone say I'm just young black and handsome and I'm getting paid Count the money and the blessings so I can't complain But the money and the blessings be the same thing Rocking off white like I sold 100 keys You better come for ya bitch don't come for me If you know I hit the scene know the fit is mean I be lying to these hoes but i be coming clean Boss talk I am one keep it trillion Nigga talking like he did some He ain't did none Back on campus selling fresh trees Tryna lecture me Told the teacher kiss my balls nigga you could testes Ain't nothing better than some new pussy fresh cheeks Waking up scrambled eggs Tropicana fresh squeeze Nissa say he finna run up mhm let's see Only HR and payroll finna check me Just know when I hit the club I don't rock the freshies I Ain't pressed over pussy but she wanna press me Oh yeah Swag make the coochie jet ski So I'm sliding through the water baby call me Gretzky Imma getting money nigga and they know that for a fact if it ain't the bout the scrilla then I gotta hit you back Heard you dropped the bag I could teach you how to stack When they hear the track tell the DJ run it back I'm just tryna grind let it stack to the ceiling Tryna stack these hundreds we gone take it to a million A milly aint enough we gone stack it to a billion Way before the scrilla Know you fucking wit a trill one Got these bitches asking they friend like who that Baby please don't be selfish we can crew that Yeah I'm still the same nigga thought you always knew that Yeezy zebras on my feet while I light a zoo pack I cant Jugg and finesse with you cause you too hot Snakes coming out the blues i ain't with the doo wops Hell yeah I'm sending shooters back, I do not box Before we meet i give the bitch a list of do's and don'ts Rule number one girl you gotta fuck the homies I heard what you bout don't be fronting baby show me Bitches always wanna wife me and control me That's how it is when you fuck with pretty tony Baby can you feel it, young nigga drippin' Came out the blue would of thought he crippin' Fresh out the kitchen from the project building Started with a single we gon' stack a trillion Aye, I want this one, I want that one I want that one too Fuck it I want it all man Aye yeah Getting money nigga and they know that for a fact Then I gotta hit you back I could teach you how to stack Tell the DJ run it back Let it stack to the ceiling We gone take it to a million We gone take it to a billion Know you fucking with a trill one Yeah
Writer(s): Anthony Matlock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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