Lyrics
Woohoo
I just want all of this
I want Lyra, I want all the Percocet, Keisha J
This how street **** act when they get sum money
This how street **** act when they get sum money
Crazy thing is man, this shit be funny
I be seein' 'fo it happen, I could see it comin'
First he gon' buy some ice
Then he gon' buy him a whip
Then he throw money at the strippers
First bitches know'll be the strippers
First he gon' buy some ice
Then he gon' buy him a whip
Then he throw money at the strippers
First bitches know'll be the strippers
New bag alert! New bag alert!
Bitches smell that shit, they can see it from a distance
Fuck it up tonight, go back to trappin', get it
All these drugs in my system
Yeah, ****, let's get it
Millions dollars in my kitchen
Resins, do it the night before
I don't fuck with no pig ****, but I still can't stop eatin' pork
Fuck the bitch up in the Porsche
Fuck your hoe in my Jordans
****, man, talkin' 'bout the work that shit won't ? (Goddamn)
All my diamonds, they water
All my ****, they official
Got Lamb parked at apartment in Atlanta, ain't drove in a minute
Bitches all in my business
**** all in my business
They ain't never seen me make it there
Time they see me, they see me winnin'
I got a fetish for dancers
I don't like to sleep in the nighttime
She got a fetish for white lines
I just like to dance up on her
I throw this cash up on her
She on her knees for master
I am the king of trappin'
I am the king of trappin'
I like the way that she twerk
Throw the money 'cause she workin'
I think she worth it
My money, do what I want!
Do what I want!
Aye, aye
This how street **** act when they get sum money
This how street **** act when they get sum money
Crazy thing is man, this shit be funny
I be seein' 'fo it happen, I could see it comin'
First he gon' buy some ice
Then he gon' buy him a whip
Then he throw money at the strippers
First bitches know'll be the strippers
First he gon' buy some ice
Then he gon' buy him a whip
Then he throw money at the strippers
First bitches know'll be the strippers
This how a mean **** act when he been havin' money
I did let my top down, it ain't even sunny
Got these fuck **** mad, it ain't even funny
Cellphone key ring and it might be some money
I might pull up to the mall in a Versace robe
Blowin' bag up in Saks of some Versace clothes
No limit black card to match my black Gloc
Cut the roof on the Mulsanne, it's a drop top
Fuck a big body Benz, I bought a Sprinter van
'Cause it can fit a hundred bricks, but the Sprinter can't
Yeah, that word be bouncin' back, yeah, trampoline
Yellow stones up in the watch, Promethazine
This how street **** act when they get sum money
This how street **** act when they get sum money
Crazy thing is man, this shit be funny
I be seein' 'fo it happen, I could see it comin'
First he gon' buy some ice
Then he gon' buy him a whip
Then he throw money at the strippers
First bitches know'll be the strippers
First he gon' buy some ice
Then he gon' buy him a whip
Then he throw money at the strippers
First bitches know'll be the strippers, hey
You know how I'm dealin' with this ****, I'm gon' bless the strippers
No, sell the net, I want a tent for Christmas
Get my realtor on the phone, I wanna buy the mall
No, the mall, haha!
We havin' this shit or naw, ****?
Bro, see these, I see, ****!
Written by: George Ramirez


