Yeah
I got hella cash in my pockets and it drop my jeans when i walk so i sag
Money going right through the roof, no i wasn't lying when i said "i got the bag"
She eat my dick for dinner and i put it all in her throat, and i make her gag
Turbos in my whip, i had to drop a bag yeah, just for the lag
All my partners wear red, we walk around with our rags
Nigga know we got money, yeah we not broke, so we cut off the tags
We ain't tripping 'bout hating ass niggas, on the low we know they some fags
I got safeties tucked in my hoodie, riding in trucks, yeah they heavy duty
My bad bitch she grabbing my woody, ain't gone f*ck your hoe, i think you gave her cooties
In love with my hoe though she kind of moody, she said if i leave she gone try and shoot me
She said i'm too pretty, this hood shit don't suit me
Said we was 5L so i thought that she knew me
Thought that she knew me
Th-Th-Thought that she knew me
I thought that she knew me, she came from LA so i thought that she knew me
Thought that she knew me
Thought that she knew me
Thought that she knew me
I thought that she knew me
Yeah bitch, we getting cash
I told that bitch get whatever you want
Got 30k up in my stash, she tatted my name all up in different fonts
Going 100 over, we gone crash but we gone cut up, yeah we not gone stop
Her family bad, i might go f*ck her aunt
Rocking rick, hoodie it's cropped
Put a 'lil pretty ho up in vetements
I f*cked that hoe, took her to Vermont
F*ck her in paris, eat her out like croissant
That 'lil ho crazy, now that 'lil ho blocked
I'm in my zone, my nigga i'm locked
Gas got me stuck just like a blood clot
I got no kit in my stick so it's hot
Hit you with the heat, gone watch your ass rot
I-I-I got hella cash in my pockets and it drop my jeans when i walk so i sag
Money going right through the roof, no i wasn't lying when i said "i got the bag"
She eat my dick for dinner and i put it all in her throat, and i make her gag
Turbos in my whip, i had to drop a bag yeah, just for the lag
All my partners wear red, we walk around with our rags
Nigga know we got money, yeah we not broke, so we cut off the tags
We ain't tripping 'bout hating ass niggas, on the low we know they some fags
Amarie Winterrs - I THOUGHT SHE KNEW ME Lyrics
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Yeah
I got hella cash in my pockets and it drop my jeans when i walk so i sag
Money going right through the roof, no i wasn't lying when i said "i got the bag"
She eat my dick for dinner and i put it all in her throat, and i make her gag
Turbos in my whip, i had to drop a bag yeah, just for the lag
All my partners wear red, we walk around with our rags
Nigga know we got money, yeah we not broke, so we cut off the tags
We ain't tripping 'bout hating ass niggas, on the low we know they some fags
I got safeties tucked in my hoodie, riding in trucks, yeah they heavy duty
My bad bitch she grabbing my woody, ain't gone f*ck your hoe, i think you gave her cooties
In love with my hoe though she kind of moody, she said if i leave she gone try and shoot me
She said i'm too pretty, this hood shit don't suit me
Said we was 5L so i thought that she knew me
Thought that she knew me
Th-Th-Thought that she knew me
I thought that she knew me, she came from LA so i thought that she knew me
Thought that she knew me
Thought that she knew me
Thought that she knew me
I thought that she knew me
Yeah bitch, we getting cash
I told that bitch get whatever you want
Got 30k up in my stash, she tatted my name all up in different fonts
Going 100 over, we gone crash but we gone cut up, yeah we not gone stop
Her family bad, i might go f*ck her aunt
Rocking rick, hoodie it's cropped
Put a 'lil pretty ho up in vetements
I f*cked that hoe, took her to Vermont
F*ck her in paris, eat her out like croissant
That 'lil ho crazy, now that 'lil ho blocked
I'm in my zone, my nigga i'm locked
Gas got me stuck just like a blood clot
I got no kit in my stick so it's hot
Hit you with the heat, gone watch your ass rot
I-I-I got hella cash in my pockets and it drop my jeans when i walk so i sag
Money going right through the roof, no i wasn't lying when i said "i got the bag"
She eat my dick for dinner and i put it all in her throat, and i make her gag
Turbos in my whip, i had to drop a bag yeah, just for the lag
All my partners wear red, we walk around with our rags
Nigga know we got money, yeah we not broke, so we cut off the tags
We ain't tripping 'bout hating ass niggas, on the low we know they some fags
I got hella cash in my pockets and it drop my jeans when i walk so i sag
Money going right through the roof, no i wasn't lying when i said "i got the bag"
She eat my dick for dinner and i put it all in her throat, and i make her gag
Turbos in my whip, i had to drop a bag yeah, just for the lag
All my partners wear red, we walk around with our rags
Nigga know we got money, yeah we not broke, so we cut off the tags
We ain't tripping 'bout hating ass niggas, on the low we know they some fags
I got safeties tucked in my hoodie, riding in trucks, yeah they heavy duty
My bad bitch she grabbing my woody, ain't gone f*ck your hoe, i think you gave her cooties
In love with my hoe though she kind of moody, she said if i leave she gone try and shoot me
She said i'm too pretty, this hood shit don't suit me
Said we was 5L so i thought that she knew me
Thought that she knew me
Th-Th-Thought that she knew me
I thought that she knew me, she came from LA so i thought that she knew me
Thought that she knew me
Thought that she knew me
Thought that she knew me
I thought that she knew me
Yeah bitch, we getting cash
I told that bitch get whatever you want
Got 30k up in my stash, she tatted my name all up in different fonts
Going 100 over, we gone crash but we gone cut up, yeah we not gone stop
Her family bad, i might go f*ck her aunt
Rocking rick, hoodie it's cropped
Put a 'lil pretty ho up in vetements
I f*cked that hoe, took her to Vermont
F*ck her in paris, eat her out like croissant
That 'lil ho crazy, now that 'lil ho blocked
I'm in my zone, my nigga i'm locked
Gas got me stuck just like a blood clot
I got no kit in my stick so it's hot
Hit you with the heat, gone watch your ass rot
I-I-I got hella cash in my pockets and it drop my jeans when i walk so i sag
Money going right through the roof, no i wasn't lying when i said "i got the bag"
She eat my dick for dinner and i put it all in her throat, and i make her gag
Turbos in my whip, i had to drop a bag yeah, just for the lag
All my partners wear red, we walk around with our rags
Nigga know we got money, yeah we not broke, so we cut off the tags
We ain't tripping 'bout hating ass niggas, on the low we know they some fags
Writer: amarie winterrs
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