Lyrics

I'm back once again and we just getting started (takeoff) Sober as hell but still lit in the party (Yessuh) Playing this song in the car with the gang they all making the stank face like somebody farted I'm turnt up on YouTube man who going harder They thought I was dumb but whole time I was smarter (yup) Sitting back watching my money get larger I get to the green like a phone on the charger (cash) I swerve in a hellcat that bitch not no charger I say free thug it's spider my joggers Self love hoodies in the back of the closet Popcorn the brand cause my shit just be poppin I feel like I'm Jalen I'm riding with the rocket I've never felt better with guap in my pocket I only rock merch man I never go shopping New crib fat just check the deposit What have you done I bought mom a benz (vroom) Been dreaming bout that shit since I was a (kid) She just wanna see how a real nigga live But I ain't in the mood to have hoes at the crib (hell nah) She act like a child go get her a bib (childish) Shorty eating me up like some thanksgiving ribs (mmm) I love seeing fans and I love taking pics And I also love movies let's shoot us a flick Us two alone let's make a home video Too much guap to be fucking with silly hoes Boogers in the watch shit got a lil runny nose It's like a strip club cause we staying with dummy poles I got the pole so we up in the north Ballin so hard bitch I need me a court 707 that shit is the horse I say you the first but bitch you the 4th She gone off the drank she been sipping some henny If I'm in yo DMs just know that you pretty (on God) All of my bitches they brown like a penny (hmm) How many hoes do you got too many (damn) Shorty got mad cause I don't even post her (nope) I told her to wait like she's taking my order (hold on) I bagged me a milf man I love when they older (yeah) I get to the paper like high school folder (yeah) I stay in the wich I don't stay in the Dover (yeah) It's four in the morning she told me to come over (yeah) Put that bitch up on the wall like a poster Then on the table like she was a coaster Slide down they block they ain't hearing me coming cause I got a tesla it don't got a motor (shhh) When I walk in the room you can smell my aroma All the bad hoes told they ass to come over We running the globe we taking shit over Got bitches shook, cold Minnesota Love making love cause it's part of the brand Stick to the money that's part of my plan Self love tat just that's right on the hand Niggas be (snore) sleep Xanax There ain't one nigga that's ever put fear in us (on God) Swerving through traffic look like fast & furious (vroom) All of this guap in my pocket they is dead presidents George ain't talking bout curious (damn) Ex ain't shit she just delirious (she crazy) Got me a new coupe I'm riding luxurious (vroom) Nobody knows how much money I'm making (nobody) My pockets is scary them bitches mysterious (cash) I need the money my bros and hoes yeah just in that order Y'all niggas rat cause I got me some cheese and we get him extorted I love seeing all the views the comments the likes (yeah) I'm feeling supported Both of my pockets they big they fat they large (yeah) They feel just like norbit I'm riding to the end like a God damn honda (skrrrt) Rollie on presidential like Obama (bling) I feel like DaBaby man who going harder (nobody) I'm rocking stay sober ain't rocking no starter (damn) I blew up on YouTube I feel like Osama (boom) Be smart with yo money man fuck that designer (facts) Still rocking pjs ain't rocking no prada (on God) Don't care bout no hoe I just care bout my Momma (on God) Stick to myself I don't deal with drama Been thru some shit so I got me some trauma Young nigga hot just like a sauna Run through these hoes and then that's on my momma Been lit since 02 and then that's on my dad This past year I've been deep in my bag Had to switch it up don't give a fuck what I had Been clean as fuck drip swag Shorty blowing my phone bae I'm not tryna facetime (stop calling) If she gone pull up then she know that it's face time (gimme that neck) Bro went to jail so now he gotta face time (damn) Brodie got locked up he feel like he Akon (go) Straight up to 10mil I ain't tryna waste time (nope) These niggas hate me more then when they basketball coach tell the players to get on the baseline (aww not again) Swinging on niggas I feel like I'm Draymond (damn) Tryna make Jordan look just a fool But I feel like I'm Jordan cause all of these bitches I meet I can get em wet just like a poole (damn) They nicknamed me Handy Manny with that tool (boom boom boom boom) Pants falling down so my pockets get heavy I be with the slime I ain't talking bout Melly She be sucking me up so her nickname spaghetti I be whipping the Tes like a big body Chevy (skrrrt) Keep the eye on the prize so I feel like I'm Fetty (wap) We just getting started these niggas ain't ready (on God!)
Writer(s): D'aydrian Harding Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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