Lyrics

Testing Testing A lot of work going on in the kitchen Big shot... imma big shot You know a real nigga always stand by what he say Lot of work going on in the kitchen Bunch of dirty dishes And my neighbors still bitching This the life I chose No I can't go back All I know is roll up pack Count a hunnid by the stack Lot of work going on in the kitchen Bunch of dirty dishes And my neighbors still bitching This the life I chose, No I can't go back All I know is roll up pack Count a hunnid by the stack Aye who cool as me You ain't fooling me Cold as 3 degrees You can't fuck with me Still the same nigga Got my vans on Keep my gas strong Keep my money long I get big bucks I like big butts I give no fucks I'm in no rush Don't get mad at me Don't get mad at me Ain't no finna be I need it right now Oh you smacked down Baby bite down This a Tesla Let me Test ya We be trapping hard Trying get the cash You be trapping slow That's why ya money last I count cash and laugh Off these flour bags I ain't gotta brag I ain't gotta brag If it's 2 something, hold up let me get it now I be really strapped up searching for the pounds Lot of work going on in the kitchen Bunch of dirty dishes And my neighbors still bitching This the life I chose, No I can't go back All I know is roll up pack Count a hunnid by the stack Lot of work going on in the kitchen Bunch of dirty dishes And my neighbors still bitching This the life I chose, No I can't go back All I know is roll up pack Count a hunnid by the stack
Writer(s): Joel Kellem Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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