Letra

Lil' mama got body, lil' mama got smarts I took her home and I ripped her apart Stole a hotbox and I sold it for parts Already rich, I'ma trap for the art Already high, I just smoke for the taste Ain't got no L's, I took 12 on a chase 30K CPN, that came from Chase (WindyGotHits) I swear you won't believe how much I made Ain't tryna go broke, so I gotta save Chevron plastic, I swipe for a chain Then got a BP card and did the same Where's the gold credit? I got a free sofa Then got a lil' bitch and she bent it over Can't let you play me, I'm not a controller All of these flavors, I'm plug like a motor She on my dick, got hoes on my scrotum I'm on these Runtz and this shit is so potent Burnin' on Oreos, no, not the cookies But I just bust down a bale, it was Cookies I'm eating lunch with your bitch playing footsie Thousand pound load, man, that shit was a doozy Citrus OG, man, this shit tastin' fruity She left her boyfriend, she said he a goofy Money Man Perry, my life is a movie Money Man Perry, my life is a movie My girl booty juicy, my soldiers salutin' This OG is fruity, the weed is a hybrid This car don't need gas so this car is a hybrid Lost a partner to violence, that shit had me cryin' I be always recordin' so I ain't got time Had to turn that bitch down cause I know the intention That fold out truck with the big boy extension The ESV Escalade, that shit extended My money be tall, that shit ain't no midget My bitch pussy water, she fuck me exquisite I pull in Teslas, I pull up in Fiskers I run up that money, I run up them digits If you not a real one then you look suspicious She swallow my semen, she say it nutritious I'm tryna get rich so I hustle relentless Yeah I sell weed at my school I ain't care about no physics Yeah, yeah I got hoes from the past textin', Tyson, I miss you Yeah I got friends I grew up with and now they got issues Yeah I gotta let that motherfucker breathe I can keep going but bring that motherfuckin' hook in Yeah Lil' mama got body, lil' mama got smarts I took her home and I ripped her apart Stole a hotbox and I sold it for parts Already rich, I'ma trap for the art Already high, I just smoke for the taste Ain't got no L's, I took 12 on a chase 30K CPN, that came from Chase I swear you won't believe how much I made Ain't tryna go broke, so I gotta save Chevron plastic, I swipe for a chain Then got a BP card and did the same Where's the gold credit? I got a free sofa Then got a lil' bitch and she bent it over Can't let you play me, I'm not a controller All of these flavors, I'm plug like a motor She on my dick, got this hoes on my scrotum I'm on these Runtz and this shit is so potent Burnin' on Oreos, no, not the cookies But I just bust down a bale, it was Cookies I'm eating lunch with your bitch playing footsie Thousand pound load, man, that shit was a doozy Citrus OG, man, this shit tastin' fruity She left her boyfriend, she said he a goofy Money Man Perry, my life is a movie
Writer(s): Tysen Bolding, Clevon Hall, Ndikumana Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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