Credits
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, and they all twerk
And the all twerk
Money so long
Money so long
[Verse 2]
Aye, posted on the block, ****, no shirt
Aye, three iPhones and they all twerk
Aye, posted in the trap, geekin' off Perc, yeah
**** try to rob, put him on a shirt, yeah
[Verse 3]
Posted on the block, ****, no shirt
Aye, three iPhones and they all twerk
Aye, posted in the trap, geekin' off Perc
Aye, **** try to rob, put him on a shirt
[Verse 4]
**** try to rob but it won't work
I'm up in the sky, so high, geekin' off a Perky
Shorty said she love me, 'cause she sees me in a Coupe sweavin'
I'ma fuck on her then I pass to my crew, pass it to my crew, yeah
[Verse 5]
She know how I move, I count this money
Get these racks and I ain't worried 'bout you
When I fuck these bitches, I'ma smash it to the stoop
All my **** ride for me and bitch my hood love me too, yeah, yeah
[Verse 6]
I could show you to move, bitch, I always keep that fire
'Cause I'm a shooter, tryna shoot
Aye, Geekin' off the boot, double cup, pour it deuce, times two
Young ****, we might rob you for your loot
[Verse 7]
Aye, posted on the block, ****, no shirt
Three iPhones and they all twerk
Posted in the trap, geekin' off a Perc, yeah
**** try to rob, put him on a shirt
[Verse 8]
Aye, posted on the block, ****, no shirt
Aye, three iPhones and they all twerk
Aye, posted in the trap, geekin' off Perc
Aye, **** try to rob, put him on a shirt
Written by: James Montgomery, Vas Coleman
