Lyrics

Watch me get that cash, bitch Don't worry 'bout my past, bitch 'Cause every move I make, I make it better than the last, bitch Ooh Smoking OG gas bags, when I'm in a drop top Colored diamonds on my shit, they look just like pop rocks Ooh Chopper in the trunk, it's as big as a boombox And the clip longer than a motherfucking tube sock Ooh They playing poker, they bluffing I flex on that bitch, it ain't nothing Don't care bout the season, no cuffing I'm only cuffing that money She'll do it all for a hundred, she hop on that dick like a bunny Walk up on him now he running And all my music, she be bumping But she ain't, 'cause she ugly That clip hold 50, he keep dumping Bitch I turned nothing to something My pockets fat, just like a pumpkin I put the money in a duffel I don't know you, I can't trust you No fast break, I gotta hustle Rather show you than rebuttal I'm chasing a sack, I can't cuddle Y'all talk it over, go huddle Put words together like it's Ruzzle My jewelry dripping like a puddle I can survive in the jungle My shooter keep jacking my lumber I swear to God I cannot fumble My hair is long just like Rapunzel Ain't talking if it ain't bout the numbers Bitch we balling like the Thunder Say that shit that make 'em wonder Keep a tool just like a plumber Bitch I need 3 for an onion My pockets is soft like a dumpling If we see you, we gon' crush you Yeah, Yeah! Watch me get that cash, bitch Don't worry 'bout my past, bitch Cuz every move I make, I make it better than the last, bitch Ooh Smoking OG gas bags, when I'm in a drop top Colored diamonds on my shit, they look just like pop rocks Ooh Chopper in the trunk, it's as big as a boombox And the clip longer than a motherfucking tube sock Ooh
Writer(s): Benjamin Joseph Workman, Maria-cecilia Simone Kelly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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