歌詞

Told my dawg, "Ain't no stressin', we good" Need that whip wit' the trunk and the hood I don't know why that ho tryna play She was just tryna hop on the wood Wake up, say "I'ma have a good day", ayy Know what timin' I'm on when it's late, bae All this ice, man, you probably could skate away I get geeked when I know I get paid today Yeah, you know that you fuckin' wit' baby Jack Baby, go 'head and pass the receipt back Baby know that she don't got to pay for that (Yeah, you know that) And you know most the time I be laid back I look great so she tryna come sex some New designer from toe to my neck up Partner told me, "Faygo, you the next one" I be gettin' these rakcks 'til the break of dawn Bro got shot, tried to play you gon' catch one (And I'm goin' off on like a race) Tryin' to get to the mo'fuckin' means I could tell that you don't see the vis' (the vis') Oh, you got it fucked up, got it twisted Tryna come 'round, now it's goin' down, like where was you at? You was missin' I ride around the town The money start callin' and I'm on a mission What you gon' wit' yo' time The vibe on the line, the cop gave your ticket (I can't work a nine to five, the top) Told my dawg, "Ain't no stressin', we good" Need that whip wit' the trunk and the hood I don't know why that ho tryna play She was just tryna hop on the wood Wake up, say "I'ma have a good day", ayy Know what timin' I'm on when it's late, bae All this ice, man, you probably could skate away I get geeked when I know I get paid today
Writer(s): Andre Dontrel Burt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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