Lyrics

Whipping and I'm mixing Like this batter for some biscuits I don't mind cooking as long as You do the dishes Everybody got a part to play Within this coalition My bitch bad smack her on the ass We gon get this cash Fifth ave popping all them tags Where you poppin at Hop inside a jag do the dash Gotta make it last What we had is only what we had Leave it in the past Three cell phones and they all jumping Back to back Bitch I'm never home A moving target On ya google maps Hundred miles or more On my way to where my future at You got all that ass What the fuck you bout to do with that Truck stops like a tuck spot I'm rolling cookie pack What you never seen this type of swag Fuck you looking at Trap biz album spose to drop But I might push it back Y'all not even worthy all my work Still overlooking that Ima die the goat In Monaco They tryna drive the boat The game gon leave you lost And now you searching tryna find Your soul I thought you was smart bro You used to make the honor roll Offers coming at me But the best one only time will know Soccer games betting dough on Spain screaming vamanos Nervous laughter with opposing fans Because it's kinda close Man I got that fire Don't expire Stop drop and roll She like you stay clean Yea my mama fucked some mop And glow My bitch bad smack her on the ass We gon get this cash Fifth ave popping all them tags Where you poppin' at Hop inside a jag do the dash Gotta make it last What we had is only what we had Leave it in the past Not a game tester that won't get Me paid I ain't come to play Modern day Bill Withers Yea I'm grateful for a lovely day Hundred k That's some good living I guess some would say Y'all might call that comfortable But me and you are not the same You counting your likes and shit That's not my lane I'm watching the stock exchange Go out ya way to beef with folks I'm getting money out the way Yea she from the pjs but she different She got good taste Rolling in that cla This the one they just made I used to want Tyra Banks Now I'm into Wells Fargo Lord have mercy mercy me When Biz get that Murcialago All this from verses and promo Swear my life moving in slo mo Nearby the stars Tony Romo Vip list out in Soho Used to sneak in to the Go-Go Still got a long way to go tho Feature price up every month Get in on this shit while it's Low low damn biz
Writer(s): Terrence Bronson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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