Letra

(Dinero be my logic, do you understand? Hey) Yeah (Think it's funny, cookie crumble then I smoke this shit) Yeah-yeah (Spent ten bands on fashion, I done got me a lil' model bitch) Yeah (Bitch, we been trappin', shootin' shots right at the opposition) Ayy Dinero be my logic, do you understand? (Hey) Thi-Think it's funny, cookie crumble then I smoke this shit Spent ten bands on fashion, I done got me a lil' model bitch Bitch, we been trappin', shootin' shots right at the opposition (Ayy) I told her, "Stir the pot and kiss it" Free bro out the penitentiary She say I'm a narcissist, bitch, you love it when I pop my shit My bitch is a pharmacist, I fuck her for the pills, bro She say that she lovin' me but I can't even feel none Ayo buddy, get yo' bills up If I catch 'em lurkin', we gon' pull up, we gon' kill some I ain't never had a problem, baby we gon' drill some I'm plottin' on a million Yeah, you know that's real talk I come and get that bag off your ass, I'm a real shark I'm watchin' from the sky, me and my niggas, we some field hawks That's funny 'cause you rappin' 'bout that shit that you ain't live, yeah I know me some street niggas that'll come, they take your kids, yeah Come and take your rib, yeah (Ayy) On the block, they still there Dinero be my logic, do you understand? (Hey) Thi-Think it's funny, cookie crumble then I smoke this shit Spent ten bands on fashion, I done got me a lil' model bitch Bitch, we been trappin', shootin' shots right at the opposition (Ayy) I told her "Stir the pot and kiss it" Free bro out the penitentiary She say I'm a narcissist, bitch, you love it when I pop my shit My bitch is a pharmacist, I fuck her for the pills, bro She say that she lovin' me but I can't even feel none You switchin' like chameleon I already knew that you was fake but this the kill, man I'm smokin' real gas in the strawberry fields, yeah Yeah, I'm Steve Nash, let's just pass it to the goons I extended my clip, I could clear the whole room Put her numbers in my phone, I know she knowin' what to do I don't even gotta ask that bitch, I send one text, she comin' through She said I'm sick like the flu but you know you got it too No, I can't confide in you You in the way, you gotta move You gotta move, you an opp, you gotta lose Catch the wave, it's not a coup It's funny, no one hot as you What they say? I send packs right through JPay I like Glocks and big AKs Steady ballin', Jayson Tat' My main bitch famous like she Kate Upton, we might crash a function We be on that fuck shit Yeah, that neck rough shit (Ayy) She say, "How much do you make?" Bitch, how much can you take? Huh, know I'm holdin' weight Huh, but you in the way (But you in the way)
Writer(s): James Haley, Jarrod Fisher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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