Lyrics

What? (Nitro is from the future) What? Yuh What? Yuh What, I like my tolling up, dick (yessir!) (Yessir!) (Yessir!) (Whoa!) ayy I'm like talk less and do more I just walked in and bought the store (what? What?) I kick shit down like fuck a door (what? What?) I'm way too hot, El Salvador (what? What?) I told my bitch I love her more (what? What?) But I got hoes I still adore (what? What?) I cannot leave, I'm from the four (what? What?) I told the truth I'm not a whore (what? What?) Why she keep on pressin' me? Lil hoe I ain't even want no drama (rah) I just got my stimulus check My plug couldn't see them commas (on God) Bitch, I'm not no junkie (on God) Nigga just love his money (on God) Fuckin' with the team that's crazy (on God) Death to a nigga that try me (on God) I love it, I'm with it (whoa) I love it, I'm with it (yessir?) I love it, I'm with it I love it, I'm with it (yessir?) Run it up, run it up, huh, huh (yessir?) Count it up, count it up, huh, huh (yessir?) I ain't never had enough, huh, huh (yessir?) Run it up, woo woo! I love it, I'm with it (with it) I'm with it, I'm with it (with it) I'm in the cut like incision (yeah) You pussy, I get it (ha-ha) You dead, like Kenny I loofie, these benjis My blade, like Wenji (what?) I love it, I'm with it (ha-ha) Ain't never had enough Run up a check 'cause I love when I count it up You on some bullshit, bitch, I'm a matador (yeah) Counting every day like a motherfucking calendar Calculating all these motherfucking digits (shit) Remember when I didn't have any bitches (bow, bow) Now they spittin' on my dick like a pigeon Niggas mad 'cause I keep fuckin they women I can't stand no hoe shit (hoe shit), we be on that bro shit (bro shit) I'ma want some more shit, FRO zone, I'm too cold bitch (ha-ha) He froze up, admit it I'm only, beginning (yeah) I love her, I'm with it I love it, I'm with it Huh, I love it, I'm with it Huh, I love it, I'm with it (yessir!) I love it, I'm with it I love it, I'm with it (yessir!) Run it up, run it up, huh, huh (yessir?) Count it up, count it up, huh, huh (yessir?) I ain't never had enough, huh, huh (yessir?) Run it up, woo woo! I'm straight, I'm great, I'm doing good I did that shit I said I could I took a break to count the cash I smacked ten racks right on her ass I'm showin' my ass in public (ah-ah) Fuckin' my bitch in private (ah-ah) I'm high a nigga can't hide it (ah-ah) Fuck that nigga lets hit it, ooh Red lights, let's go Bro took off bitch, we gotta go Gotta zip in my lap, just to let you know Two sticks on me, wanna fuckin' go Like fuck them niggas take me for (what? What?) I been down bad but up the score (what? What?) She curbed me then but now a hoe (what? What?) She on my dick that's how it go, huh (what? What?) Nigga what is you fuckin talkin bout, you go crazy (ah-huh) I just fucked my new bitch, now my old one say she hate me (yeah) Let's calm down, smoke a pound Like bitch, I got a hundred rounds I take my shot like gun 'em down She curbed me then but fuck me now I love it, I'm with it Huh, I love it, I'm with it (yessir!) I love it, I'm with it I love it, I'm with it (yessir!) Run it up, run it up, huh, huh (yessir?) Count it up, count it up, huh, huh (yessir?) I ain't never had enough, huh, huh (yessir?) Run it up, woo woo! (Nigga, why you here on the time out?) (Verified in a motherfucking banger) (This that work, this that, o-o) (Jaah SLT)
Writer(s): Anthony Defrank, Jamir Rucks, Malachi Pate, Marco Roldan Sorolla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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