Lyrics

I be getting dough, fucking all these hoes And I can tell my number but why you don't call me though I say bitch I'm in my glory, stunting on all these hoes Now can I get some head while I'm leaning off a 4 See these niggas they be mad, they hoes glad they saw me though And we don't do no pass, I'll pass you in rarris though See these bitches they be going cause I got all the dough I pull up in that foreign Beamer game Forgiatos I be getting money, counting so much damn money Counted up a 150, 000 last Sunday Then I went to the strip club that Monday Made it rain all night, all I threw was 100s They like, "Ballout, you getting too much damn money." Never too much, I got too much damn money Pulled up on them 40s, had them hoes going donkeys I don't trust these hoes, I don't fuck em with no condom I don't trust these hoes, I just fuck 'em then I dump 'em Leanin off this act got people talking 'bout my stomach Fresh as hell make a hood bitch straight vomit Still in the hood riding forgiatos bitch stunting I pull up in that foreign beamer game Forgiatos And I get so much dough, I got it off of you, it's slow And you can't get no money, you dark and I do the glo And you ain't cocky arrogant, reggie man let them hammers spit All these bitches going, don't want them no more, ain't none to pick 2 cell phones and [?] you promise you still won't call a bitch All these niggas rapping for out the sky checks, man that's some shit When I'm at the top we the Glo Gang, then us take on yo bitch And we ride with tech nines and .30s, left hand all type shit And we cocky, arrogant reggie man let them hammers spit gloganggg
Writer(s): Ethan-che Leui'i Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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