CeCe Winans

I've been moving, I've been counting, smoking All this dope I been chilling counting money smoking all this Dope I'm on my grind, I swear to God that you can't Make me fold Flex on niggas with that weak ass wrist, cause I'm on Eskimo Timmy Turner with that fuckin' burner, if you Try me though These lil hoes slimy, she want my dick, then got Got a nigga, swear to God she wildin' I'm pulling on her track, to beat her back, she Sing like CeCe Winans Like what you tryna do, oh Stand on business, belt to ass for all my Children They be asking what I do, I get that money For a living Like nigga, who the fuck is you Your hoodie up When you in buildings Walk around like you a thug, but you don'tDo none of that killing, no We're the real hitters You be soft, the one to sob, you ain't a real Spinner Heard you ran your mouth after that job, you Ain't a real nigga Like, are you really real nigga I get really feared up in my fears, you cannot Feel nigga Ho, I get real money tick and I'm a big spender So , yeah lil Jeffrey on our block, he keep it Real, wit us Dope, I be smoking in the booth, but this ain't Booth, nigga, No, If you ain't talking bout that money, get The fuck up off my phone If you ain't talking bout that money, get the Fuck up out my phone I swear these hoes be erking me, I tell these Bitches leave me lone I been chilling, counting money, smoking all This dope I'm on my grind, I swear to God that you can't Make me fold Flex on niggas with that weak ass wrist, cause I'm on Eskimo Timmy Turner with that fuckin' burner, if you Try me though Try me if you wanna, gon' be dead by the Morning So that nigga pulled up loafing, and then I left That nigga snoring I got money on the bed, so motherfucker, I'm Gon'' floor it I got money on your head, so I'm gon' pull up Like I'm Jordan I got more racks than that fuck nigga, I don't Care if they like him If he wants sum smoke come catch this heater, He can't touch the fire A lot of fucking money on this Visa, baby, come And swipe it He be turning green like that one nigga off Teen Titans, yeah Lurking out that corner, they been jumping Like some fiends I been balling on these niggas, so they gotta Double team I don't mess around wit pour up, I ain't fucking With that lean She think I'm finna text her back, but I won't Boost her self-esteem Ho , I been getting money cake, I'm finna go to Mexico Wit My lil' Spanish bae, I swear to God that She so cold She be kissing on my neck, she fucking with Me, that's for sure But on my mama, you'll never see young T-Roy Be wifing hoes