Bro, I swear to god, I can't make this shit up
You a lame, he's a lame, you a lame, you's a lame
Are you ready
Don't know what to talk about, but she is so rude
Chanel, Chanel, Chanel, that is all on my boo
And I'ma crack a seal riding to the moon
But all my pockets yell, there ain't no more room
Yeah, all of you niggas some hoes
I get guap, bankroll
Bakery shop got loafs
Hickory dickory ooh
Your bitch love my dick when it's all in her throat
So you better cool it now, cause I'm gonna do it now
Since I been up, I been coolin', yeah
Niggas thought they were some bullies, yeah
Til I hopped out with a toolie, yeah
Knock, knock, knock, knock at the door, yeah
Fa, fa, fa, fa, Now he gone, yeah
Too hot right now, I can't fall, yeah
Clapping' like round of applause, yeah
Got an Asian lil' bitch on my balls, yeah
And you niggas know I'm gonna ball hard, ball hard, ball hard
I remember days I was starving
Mama was workin' so hard then
Daddy was out on the block, yeah
Serving that shit to the crackers
Make a quick move, I'ma blast ya
And I swear to God, I'm gonna blast ya
Six in the morning, I'm on the road
Whole lot of money, got me a load
Off of my mama, never gon' fold
Shut the f*ck up, lower your tone
She don't wanna Glock, she wanna stick to the mace
You losin' a race like you better keep pace
Don't f*ck with these bitches, the money I chase
Don't trip over hoes and I don't got no lace
Move to the O, move to the O, move to the O, move to the O
Bad little bitch, she done sent me to low
She said she a day one, she watchin' me grow
Move to the O, move to the O, move to the O, move to the O
Whole lot of tools like we shoppin' at Lowe's
I put down the Glock, it's the music I chose
I'm independent, don't f*ck with these niggas
I got my money, I'm done with these niggas
Lemonade Glock like we squeezin' these bitches
I will not give up till I get me six figures
Don't know what to talk about, but she is so rude
Chanel, Chanel, Chanel, that is all on my boo
And I'ma crack the seal, riding to the moon
But all my pockets yell, there ain't no more room
Ain't no more room
Ain't no more room
And I'ma crack the seal
I'ma crack the seal
Ain't no more room
Ain't no more room
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Bro, I swear to god, I can't make this shit up
You a lame, he's a lame, you a lame, you's a lame
Are you ready
Don't know what to talk about, but she is so rude
Chanel, Chanel, Chanel, that is all on my boo
And I'ma crack a seal riding to the moon
But all my pockets yell, there ain't no more room
Yeah, all of you niggas some hoes
I get guap, bankroll
Bakery shop got loafs
Hickory dickory ooh
Your bitch love my dick when it's all in her throat
So you better cool it now, cause I'm gonna do it now
Since I been up, I been coolin', yeah
Niggas thought they were some bullies, yeah
Til I hopped out with a toolie, yeah
Knock, knock, knock, knock at the door, yeah
Fa, fa, fa, fa, Now he gone, yeah
Too hot right now, I can't fall, yeah
Clapping' like round of applause, yeah
Got an Asian lil' bitch on my balls, yeah
And you niggas know I'm gonna ball hard, ball hard, ball hard
I remember days I was starving
Mama was workin' so hard then
Daddy was out on the block, yeah
Serving that shit to the crackers
Make a quick move, I'ma blast ya
And I swear to God, I'm gonna blast ya
Six in the morning, I'm on the road
Whole lot of money, got me a load
Off of my mama, never gon' fold
Shut the f*ck up, lower your tone
She don't wanna Glock, she wanna stick to the mace
You losin' a race like you better keep pace
Don't f*ck with these bitches, the money I chase
Don't trip over hoes and I don't got no lace
Move to the O, move to the O, move to the O, move to the O
Bad little bitch, she done sent me to low
She said she a day one, she watchin' me grow
Move to the O, move to the O, move to the O, move to the O
Whole lot of tools like we shoppin' at Lowe's
I put down the Glock, it's the music I chose
I'm independent, don't f*ck with these niggas
I got my money, I'm done with these niggas
Lemonade Glock like we squeezin' these bitches
I will not give up till I get me six figures
Don't know what to talk about, but she is so rude
Chanel, Chanel, Chanel, that is all on my boo
And I'ma crack the seal, riding to the moon
But all my pockets yell, there ain't no more room
Ain't no more room
Ain't no more room
And I'ma crack the seal
I'ma crack the seal
Ain't no more room
Ain't no more room
You a lame, he's a lame, you a lame, you's a lame
Are you ready
Don't know what to talk about, but she is so rude
Chanel, Chanel, Chanel, that is all on my boo
And I'ma crack a seal riding to the moon
But all my pockets yell, there ain't no more room
Yeah, all of you niggas some hoes
I get guap, bankroll
Bakery shop got loafs
Hickory dickory ooh
Your bitch love my dick when it's all in her throat
So you better cool it now, cause I'm gonna do it now
Since I been up, I been coolin', yeah
Niggas thought they were some bullies, yeah
Til I hopped out with a toolie, yeah
Knock, knock, knock, knock at the door, yeah
Fa, fa, fa, fa, Now he gone, yeah
Too hot right now, I can't fall, yeah
Clapping' like round of applause, yeah
Got an Asian lil' bitch on my balls, yeah
And you niggas know I'm gonna ball hard, ball hard, ball hard
I remember days I was starving
Mama was workin' so hard then
Daddy was out on the block, yeah
Serving that shit to the crackers
Make a quick move, I'ma blast ya
And I swear to God, I'm gonna blast ya
Six in the morning, I'm on the road
Whole lot of money, got me a load
Off of my mama, never gon' fold
Shut the f*ck up, lower your tone
She don't wanna Glock, she wanna stick to the mace
You losin' a race like you better keep pace
Don't f*ck with these bitches, the money I chase
Don't trip over hoes and I don't got no lace
Move to the O, move to the O, move to the O, move to the O
Bad little bitch, she done sent me to low
She said she a day one, she watchin' me grow
Move to the O, move to the O, move to the O, move to the O
Whole lot of tools like we shoppin' at Lowe's
I put down the Glock, it's the music I chose
I'm independent, don't f*ck with these niggas
I got my money, I'm done with these niggas
Lemonade Glock like we squeezin' these bitches
I will not give up till I get me six figures
Don't know what to talk about, but she is so rude
Chanel, Chanel, Chanel, that is all on my boo
And I'ma crack the seal, riding to the moon
But all my pockets yell, there ain't no more room
Ain't no more room
Ain't no more room
And I'ma crack the seal
I'ma crack the seal
Ain't no more room
Ain't no more room
Writer: Troy Jones
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