Lyrics

Whats the problem
Empty the whip better get out the bitch gotta pick up the milage yeh
I run with the team I run with the kings double them options
Stuff a duffle with dollars
Gotta double our dollars
Gotta fuck up the virus (what)
I gotta call it
Im just a kid and I’m teaching you hitters I could be your father
Its so cold in the heat I bring the fire
I could be your supplier
I just wanna Inspire
Twenty years and retire
Walk in my shoes
Thats a big dollar boot
Gotta move fast
150 on the dash
I gotta move
Got something to prove
I just gotta bag the loot like
Woo
She wanna dance (yeh yeh)
Money dance in my hand (yeh)
Drop it down from a handstand they gon react like woo
You so cold
We coming up for another pay
She get the hype and I make it rain
Watch it fall
She a bad thing (yeh)
Little sassy (yeh)
But she classy yeh
So we get it automatic
We cut through traffic like we in a rally yeh (In a race)
She took it off its cinematic
She pop the top and backed it up but we ain’t driving
But dam she riding
God dam I’m sliding
Look me in the eye and then she hide it
Walk in my shoes
Thats a big dollar boot
Gotta move fast
150 on the dash
I gotta move
Got something to prove
I just gotta bag the loot like
Woo
Whats the problem
Empty the whip better get out the bitch gotta pick up the milage yeh
I run with the team I run with the kings double them options
Stuff a duffle with dollars
Gotta double our dollars
Gotta fuck up the virus (yeh what)
I gotta call it
Im just a kid and I’m teaching you hitters I could be your father
Its so cold in the heat I bring the fire
I could be your supplier
I just wanna Inspire
Twenty years and retire
Written by: Joseph Scott
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