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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacoby McMillan
Jacoby McMillan
Songwriter

Lyrics

I got bags for the low
I get it gone fast then I get em' back quick
Gotta stay on my toes
But I hope these **** don't think imma lick
I'm in love with my dough
And these **** silly be trickin' on trix
Imma one night the hoe
Then I kick her out cuz' I'm bored of the bitch
I'm in the game while you sit on the bench
I'm movin' packs and they all got a stench
I walk out the trap I be fresh like a mint
You don't get money it don't make cents
**** ain't seein' me you gotta squint
I move in silence I'm hard to predict
I'm clutchin' the strap cuz' I'm nervous n shit
You can't tell me nothin' till you take a risk
I wake up get money you **** know the procedure
I'm steady workin the scale **** gone think imma Libra
Imma keep blowin this dope and it be loud like a speaker
I been sick of these hatin' ass **** think I got a fever
Got a freak bitch hate when I tease her
She got a ass that's my favorite feature
She ain't missin no meal she my eater
When I'm in it she tell me go deeper
Imma hit it, repeat it, delete her
Now I'm back makin' these plays in a beater
I might hit ya hoe but I'll never beat her
I'm countin' money it's for my own leisure
I got bags for the low
I get it gone fast then I get em' back quick
Gotta stay on my toes
But I hope these **** don't think imma lick
I'm in love with my dough
And these **** silly be trickin' on trix
Imma one night the hoe
Then I kick her out cuz' I'm bored of the bitch
I'm in the game while you sit on the bench
I'm movin' packs and they all got a stench
I walk out the trap I be fresh like a mint
You don't get money it don't make cents
**** ain't seein' me you gotta squint
I move in silence I'm hard to predict
I'm clutchin' the strap cuz' I'm nervous n shit
You can't tell me nothin' till you take a risk
Written by: Jacoby McMillan
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