Lyrics

No no Don't do that Boy No no Yeah You feel me let me give you the biz Let me give you da deal Let me tell you how it go Now let me tell you wassup When the street was on fire When you turn hot and cold When you stop sticking to the plans After all said and done When you stabbed me at my back I told you boy don't do that Boy right now I'm getting all these bags Counting all these money all these cheddas The streets gave me a beast mode I go run up paper bag one time I turn my dream into a brown paper bag Please don't get me started That will be a bitch move Oh yeah it's a bitch move Yeah Get it now Boy don't do that Too many racks over here Soo many racks over here I need a bill counter Too many women over here Soo many bitches over here Tryna put me in the mood If take a look is a house full of models Bad bitches it's a pool full of models And uptown fellas made men Different kinda flex Deep with da bag We and we're gone How you see it How you feel bout that It's a come tru yeah Please don't be late All my gee's and bitches on time I cannot waste no time no time Double cup and the doja one time Let me hit it real quick one time Yeah yeah Ugh ugh Don't do that Yeah I told you Boy right now I'm getting all these bags Counting all these money all these sheddas The streets gave me a beast mode I go run up paper bag one time I turn my dream into a brown paper bag Please don't get me started That will be a bitch move Oh yeah it's a bitch move Yeah No no
Writer(s): Izuchukwu Eleodimuo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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