Ayency - cherry tobacco Lyrics

Hurry up, momma, get ready i'm movin' us outta' this place
I'm 'finna show you what bougie life be all about in this place
I told her pack up the za', that shit sendin' me out into space
Left her on delivered, I never called her back, I needed space
I just don't be too involved wit' that
I hate a fake, and i hate a lame hoe
If you got a problem, know we solvin' that
We solvin' that, lemme' know if you got dollars stacked
Gettin' my riches and gettin' my numbers up
If you cool, know i can holler back
All of the brothers got rollies, lil' homie just got a porsche, had to show me
Throw 'em straight into the deep end, shawty let's be friends
Only my real homies really gon' know me
Yeah, I had to say it again
Hurry up, momma, get ready i'm movin' us outta' this place
I'm 'finna show you what bougie life be all about in this place
I told her pack up her stuff and give back the designer in case
I'll never go back to bein' broke, so give back all my designer in case
Why she keep callin' my phone when it's past 11 at night
I don't be into that easy shit, you better put up a fight
I just love showin' broke hoes that i'm spendin' 10 racks on a flight
All of 'em think they the main but I get a new hoe like every night
Like every night we be earnin' this cash
She tried to tie me down but i ain't like that, know me, dawg, i had to step on the gas
Woah, my vehicle class, I don't be smokin' one pinch of low quality grass
Imported straight outta Amsterdam, they surprised when they see that it's facts
Hurry up, momma, get ready i'm movin' us outta' this place
I'm 'finna show you what bougie life be all about in this place
I told her pack up the za', that shit sendin' me out into space
Left her on delivered, I never called her back, I needed space
Left her on delivered, I never called her back, I needed space
Left her on delivered, I never called her back, I needed
Left her on delivered, I never called her back
Left her on delivered, I never called her back
Ballin' so hard that they call me a quarterback
Ballin' so hard that they call me a cornerback
Watches get stolen, look at my chain you know pockets be swollen
Quit all the actin', you fake, quit all the cappin' 'bout money you make
All of my hoes legit, stare at the fit, every day i'm just tryna' get paid
I mind my business, however, comma
If I get forced to buck, know that i'm 'gonna
Whole clique out in here stinkin' the trap
I just keep pourin' up beakers of vodka
When i hear beats then I know 'imma snap
Homies got mouths, so i'm keepin' a strap
All of the beats that i'm creepin' on slap
I'm makin' it homie, i promised my momma