Lyrics

Why you bring that money to the club if you ain’t throwin’ it?
How you naked on the ‘Gram but in person you ain’t showin’ shit?
Why you go against the gang, you can’t beat ’em, nigga join it
Ain’t tap in when you got to Cali, got yo’ ass extorted
Brand new coupe, I floor it, brand new bitch, gotta whore it
Brand new Glock, I adore it, have a nigga runnin’ like Forrest
V.I.P., I’m very important, in the hood I ain’t never no tourist
Got the drop on a opp we Dora explore it, ay
YG from the streets, YG went legit (ay)
YG lit, YG start a business with yo’ bitch (ay)
Fifty bitches flew to Cabo, YG a trip (ay)
YG think he Kanye West, he got his own kicks
Whoa, fresh out a pandemic but I ain’t rusty
Whoa, have a baby by me, bitch, come be lucky
Whoa, bitch, I’ma throw it all, all the strippers love me
Whoa, walk in best dressed but I ain’t no Kid Cudi
Girl, did he just say what I think he just said?
Bitch, yes
Talkin’ like you lit, yo’ bitch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a mili’ on my neck, who gon’ take it from me?
Pussy, we ballin’ on you fuckin’ dummies
Scared money don’t make no money (whoa)
Scared money don’t make no money (whoa)
Scared money don’t make no money (whoa)
Pussy, we ballin’ on you fuckin’ dummies (uh-oh)
I’m so lit Sports Center gotta post my clips
One lay-up and they treat me like I’m Luka Dončić
2-6, nigga, and we used to conflict
Turn these brand new YG sneakers into Louboutin kicks
Red bottoms ’cause the blood bled out him (aw damn)
If I miss him, 4Hunnid red dot him (aw damn)
I was thinkin’ ’bout walkin’ up a stack of crates (hmm)
But I was busy stackin’ cake
Cole fuckin’ world say the whole name
Cole think he Drizzy Drake, he got his own plane
Flew it all around the world and now I’m back, bitch
Three cribs in the same neighborhood, I’m that rich
These niggas pray to God to make it on the Shade Room
Meanwhile I made it on the “Bitch, I’m hella paid” room
Road blocks when Cole drops, they push back they rollouts
That’s right pussy, make room, stay tuned, nigga
Talkin’ like you lit, yo’ bitch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a mili’ on my neck, who gon’ take it from me?
Pussy, we ballin’ on you fuckin’ dummies
Scared money don’t make no money (whoa)
Scared money don’t make no money (whoa)
Scared money don’t make no money (whoa)
Pussy, we ballin’ on you fuckin’ dummies (uh-oh)
Ball too hard on niggas like Zion when he bust out the shoe (ball)
See that lil’ switch on the Glock
You can’t shoot back when we start to shootin’
Thuggin’ on the block wit’ YG set trippin’, my pockets blue (true)
These VV’s cost some cheese, reach for these I’ll blam on you (baow, baow)
Scared money don’t make no money
I got shows comin’ in but the trap still bunkin’
Wrap the Lamb truck white but the insides pumpkin
Grip her neck while we be hunchin’
And she like when I talk country (who you is?)
Big speaker, yeah, big shit talker, ho
Have yo’ cash together, it cost a Mike Vick for a truffle bowl (seven)
Dollars, followers and ratchet hoes, I got a lot of those (where you at?)
Gettin’ me some head, waitin’ on my food to cook at Pappadeaux (let’s go)
Big Bagg
Talkin’ like you lit, yo’ bitch better not be ugly
Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby
Half a mili’ on my neck, who gon’ take it from me?
Pussy, we ballin’ on you fuckin’ dummies
Scared money don’t make no money (whoa)
Scared money don’t make no money (whoa)
Scared money don’t make no money (whoa)
Pussy, we ballin’ on you fuckin’ dummies

Buy and Download

Download

 

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.