Lyrics

(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) Hey Uh, 50 piece on me like McNuggets (50) He only hatin' 'cause his bitch love it (ha) Better go get a pack and flip somethin' (flip it, go run it up) Better go get a Chase and kick it (kick) I was tryna go race through the digits (to the racks) And these niggas was chasin' the bitches (chasin' the hoes) Hood fave, don't play with the chicken (hood fave) And he don't fuck with the snakes and the lizards (no) I can't go back and forth with no names (no) Big body takin' up both lanes (vroom) Cup is all purple like Soul Plane (lean) I got cash like that nigga Cobain (cash) Glock 19 and it go, "Bang!" (Go, "Bang!") He is not gang, we don't hang (notty) Uh, money talkin' to him like, "What's the word?" (What's the word?) Run it up 'cause I took it the furthest (I took the furth) For that money, they movin' like birds, huh (for the money, they movin' like birds) I got hood bitches with some curves on 'em (baddies) I got rich bitches, they be splurgin' (rich bitch) Got a nurse and I got a surgeon (yeah) And my lawyer girl, she a nerd (hey) Toss mud (toss muddy) Ayy, tell all the baddies they comin' with us (comin' with me) Two bitches, I'm doublin' up (doublin' up) Hit the baddie with the thumb in her butt (ayy) She go crazy with the neck (with the face) Shorty be comin' in clutch (comin' in clutch) Double C, she come with the clutch (channelly) Top three, but the really the one (really the one) Hold up, but I'm really not done (really not done) That nigga hatin' but he really a fan (boy, he a fan) And his bitch think I'm really the man And if he keep hatin', I'ma get in her pants (grrah, hey) Couple people I was givin' a chance, they did not stick to the plan (fuck it) And I'm so high in first class, tell 'em wake me up when we land (geeked, geeked) Goddamn (goddamn) She got a cannon like Mariah (cannon) Diamonds makin' her water like- (wet) Diamonds makin' her water like Tyla (makin' her water) Ayy, new bag came through the wire (through the wire) Streets hot, the streets, on fire (streets on fire) Watch yo' back, 'cause this shit ain't safe (watch yo' back) I could never move fraud, no way (no way) Free the guys, still send JPay (free Melo, free bro) And my bro let it off, he spray (boom) He released through the doors like Drake (ayy) Sober, smokin' laced I'd sit at the table alone 'fore I eat with snakes (facts) I took her on a lil' date and I had to leave her alone 'cause she ain't give face (what?) Brand new racks in the bank (brrt) Look like I'm makin' a clone, I'm double the face (makin' a clone) This shit get colossal, back and humongous (it's big) Her waist is little, ass is humongous (it's big) Rich bitch, I put the ice on her tongue with it (yeah) So she shinin' when she suck it (when she suck it) They was whinin' and I was like, "Fuck it" (like, 'Fuck it") I get in the game and get nothin' but buckets (hey, hood fave) Uh, 50 piece on me like McNuggets (50) He only hatin' 'cause his bitch love it (ha) Better go get a pack and flip somethin' (flip it, go run it up) Better go get a Chase and kick it (kick) I was tryna go race through the digits (to the racks) And these niggas was chasin' the bitches (chasin' the hoes) Hood fave, don't play with the chicken (hood fave) And he don't fuck with the snakes and the lizards (no) I can't go back and forth with no names (no) Big body takin' up both lanes (vroom) Cup is all purple like Soul Plane (lean) I got cash like that nigga Cobain (cash) Glock 19 and it go, "Bang!" (Grrah) He is not gang, we don't hang (notty)
Writer(s): Jason Cole Critchlow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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