M.S.l

Oh yea oh yea

I can't put my pants up

To much money I ran up

Oh yea oh yea

Shorty she a dancer I'm a pull my hands up

Oh yea oh yea oh yea oh yea

Money so long

Money so tall

I just hit the hoe up put it in ha jaw

I don't walk I crawl watching for a sniper

I don't talk my walk I don't give out sauce

And I'm dripping like a faucet when I walk up in the building

I be flexing all them hundreds I don't fuck with them fifties

And I got bitches on my line trying link with me

And I got your hoe on my line trying to take the dick

And I pull up with yo hoe

And I pull up with yo bitch

**** talking out the mouth

We gon hit them with the stick

I hit that I hit this yea little hoe I don't miss

And the cannon it got range

Range

Range

And the glock reach yea for his soul

And the glock preach bitch like the bible

Yea it preach to kill

Yea it preach to kill

Yea it preach to kill

Yea it preach to kill

Oh yea oh yea

I can't put my pants up

To much money I ran up

Oh yea oh yea

Shorty she a dancer I'm a pull my hands up

Oh yea oh yea oh yea oh yea