Lyrics:
Hit you wit dat Bamadon
Poppin' and she droppin'
Down the pole, down the pole, down the pole
I'm throwin' all my money
I got mo, I got mo, I got mo
I'm
janky shit wit u
Peep wit a leg come around and they not on your line
You would act like a hoe wit your issues
Peep how you get around certain mfs now
to him, was all a blur
Was this his chick? I give no shit
I got this bitch here with us
And we holdin' dat' hoe ransom
He said okay how much
Million pounds
best friends know me
When I'm scooping you up they a all joe me
I keep a pole
No they won't hoe me
If we ever break up we can be homies
Hit up da trap
We on the time dat you onnn no it won't be long no it won't be long
Full of drugs come through swerving
We crash the party
An they know him by lil
they lie, deny, and try to justify
Well you can run, but ya can't hide
Can't get away with murder, or your lies
Cuz karma catches up to everyone, in time
enenamah
The z pack
Results back
(Now can you get it up)
Gotta nose that grows to reflect what you spit hey mr legit
Got a hoe who knows your specs and that
partna’, in touch with the choppa
I got the dropper it look like the copper’s
Money don’t die gotta bag full of lobsters
Told bro to chill, if he ain’t
on the double cup
Use to forget us, they tryna fuck wit us
Yea I'm getting to the money
Busy counting up this paper
Hella bad bitches with me
Got Q rolling up
What would you doooo
If you was in them trenches and all by yaself Nigga what would you do
What would you dooooo
If you fumbled that bag and couldn't get
probeerde je al een tijdje te klemmen
Jij was de reden dat ik money weer spende
Voor jou doe ik alles ja ik wil je verwennee
Please kan je mij nu nu die lobi
I promise that we locked in, we don't know minimum wage, hoe
Think I need some sage Lo, got these niggas shakin' up
Know we get to popping like
of bosses
Been bossy since a jit
Ion want Da suite if ain’t executive
Intimidated by nan hoe I’m real confident
You are not my peer
Let me see some ID
runtz
Surrounded by millionaires baby I'm about to become one
Death bfr dishonor ik your pussy ass didn't feel that one
Hoe ass bitch go ask your girl how
granny, man, fuck the doctors
Pour it by the two, sip Waukesha like it's water Almost fell asleep behind the wheel, don't crash out like Paul walker
Need
in my blunt he fouling need a free throw
She was sucking dick from upside down that bitch a freak hoe
When that money coming in they bugging you like
Why do teachers get paid less than pornstars
Now the little girls idolizing the horn dogs
Most of y'all follow directions like OnStar
But what do
how that shit go
I don't know why niggas envy me
I gotta get it by any means
A lot on my mind it's too many things
I ain't come down in forever now
watchin da hate/
I buss a pound like a grape
I pull up to my estate,
I Stay by da ocean not a lake/
Fuk all da hoe shit u a lame/
I buy my hoe shit it’s
niggas get them P's wrapped up in plastic
Would've drove the load this shit too far it flew from Calabasas
I can't wife a hoe so what you doing it for
She
loads
And some brand new gats (Aye)
You were prolly in the room in the back
Tryna get your forty dollars for the cat (Broke bitch)
You the whole hoods
But I got forty by my belt if you play you get finished
All these niggas say they next
But all that drip hit the same you need to replenish
I don't do
the dim light
Amaze zone what I feel like
Fuck ah grill you can get yo princess cut in real life
Blue money nubucks what the tims like
Blew money knew but
Of course
My God's for saving her
But the worlds so cold
Worlds so cold
He went from a little cute boy
To a young little devil on da road
Get things done by
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