Lyrics

Speak what you seek Till you see what you say I'm talking money, so I'm getting paid I'm slinging whoppers, I'm having my way Whatchu gon do when it's up Got work in the car And the iron on my tucked I'm working I'm having but ain't made enough I'm high as hell with the stick on me stuck I'm wide in the field I got apes in the truck I'm having cake for lunch I'm at the bank too much That's what they say when they can't do much I'm switchina and swapping the foreign Versace, Dior I don't do the Lauren I'm fucking this hoe in the morning She fuck me so good I think she do porn That knock at my door get annoying I got the stoners like junkies in here My traphouse going I wake up fully reloaded You think I'm a lick boy you gotta be trolling The stick like the butler it fold him The plug drop the work and I already sold em Stay off the phone but young Tony still holding We play with racks in the trap, US Open Speak what you seek But don't say what you Cause if you talk to police then we ditching your body Put your head on the wall, we standing on business nigga My niggas oneverything Take smoke up with anyone They get to shooting at anything I run the money up I fell in love with the bitch I just gave her a wedding ring If 12 hit the function I go out on silent I swear I can't tell on the time Tony around than that money around My engine on loud and I'm blowing on loud I ain't drop an album I'm still in the club and I'm rolling it out She in my ear before we go to the house I'm getting money they say it's a drought I'm chasing the M's with a K in the couch If you can motherfucking dream it Then you can achieve it nigga Can't nobody stop you, but you This life a chance nigga Take that shit Speak what you seek Till you see what you say I'm talking money, so I'm getting paid I'm slinging whoppers, I'm having my way Whatchu gon do when it's up Got work in the car And the iron on my tucked I'm working I'm having but ain't made enough I'm high as hell with the stick on me stuck I'm wide in the field I got apes in the truck I'm having cake for lunch I'm at the bank too much That's what they say when they can't do much I'm switchina and swapping the foreign Versace, Dior I don't do the Lauren I'm fucking this hoe in the morning She fuck me so good I think she do porn
Writer(s): Tony Shhnow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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