Smoking cookies while we out in Vegas
Spark it on the strip
Went from Tir
Out to Levels Lounge
Then we hitting Gilt
Rarely catching Z's
I caught a dream
Man I swear I'm lit
She gone throw it back
While the DJ play some throwback shit
Ballin' on these bitches
If I shoot my shot I'll never miss
Ballin' on these niggas trynna guard me
Catch an ankle twist
All I smoke is gas
My momma thought I had some angel dust
Nah Ma I'm just trynna vibe
Not f*ck my life up
Talk in' bout a backend
I'm in the front
I need that cheddar first
Versatile lil nigga
Prices going up if you want a verse
Body bag a song
And put producer's work into a hearse
Body bag a song
And put the cover art on a shirt
So let a nigga try me
I feel like Dej Loaf
I'm just trynna get the money
How much?The f*cking most
And I got this bitch
She so dramatic
Swear she do the most
She say that the f*ck is good
I am not the one to boast
Grab the henny by the neck
I love the neck
The way she eat it up
F*ck around and knock that pushy out
The way I beat it up
Niggas trynna beat me
Ain't no way they defeating us
Ten toes down
Ain't got time to kick my feet up
I've been working hard
I'm on my grind
And niggas see it now
Bitches that didn't want me back then
Are trynna f*ck me now
I'm gone cop my mom a mansion
Just because she want a house
Told my dad I'll get him out the hood
And watch him make it out
Got diagnosed didn't think I'd make it out
Come on look at me now
Grandma proud I knocked that chemo out
Act like you see the smile
Never tried to run off on the plug
We bought the outlet out
If the convo ain't about money
F*ck you talking bout
Back up on my bullshit
I ain't from Chicago
Moved to the O
The 313 is all that I know
Fell for the money
Never catch a nigga chasing hoes
Feel like a baker man
The way a nigga flipping dough
Back up on my bullshit
I ain't from Chicago
Moved to the O
The 313 is all that I know
Fell for the money
Never catch a nigga chasing hoes
Feel like a baker man
The way a nigga flipping dough
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Smoking cookies while we out in Vegas
Spark it on the strip
Went from Tir
Out to Levels Lounge
Then we hitting Gilt
Rarely catching Z's
I caught a dream
Man I swear I'm lit
She gone throw it back
While the DJ play some throwback shit
Ballin' on these bitches
If I shoot my shot I'll never miss
Ballin' on these niggas trynna guard me
Catch an ankle twist
All I smoke is gas
My momma thought I had some angel dust
Nah Ma I'm just trynna vibe
Not f*ck my life up
Talk in' bout a backend
I'm in the front
I need that cheddar first
Versatile lil nigga
Prices going up if you want a verse
Body bag a song
And put producer's work into a hearse
Body bag a song
And put the cover art on a shirt
So let a nigga try me
I feel like Dej Loaf
I'm just trynna get the money
How much?The f*cking most
And I got this bitch
She so dramatic
Swear she do the most
She say that the f*ck is good
I am not the one to boast
Grab the henny by the neck
I love the neck
The way she eat it up
F*ck around and knock that pushy out
The way I beat it up
Niggas trynna beat me
Ain't no way they defeating us
Ten toes down
Ain't got time to kick my feet up
I've been working hard
I'm on my grind
And niggas see it now
Bitches that didn't want me back then
Are trynna f*ck me now
I'm gone cop my mom a mansion
Just because she want a house
Told my dad I'll get him out the hood
And watch him make it out
Got diagnosed didn't think I'd make it out
Come on look at me now
Grandma proud I knocked that chemo out
Act like you see the smile
Never tried to run off on the plug
We bought the outlet out
If the convo ain't about money
F*ck you talking bout
Back up on my bullshit
I ain't from Chicago
Moved to the O
The 313 is all that I know
Fell for the money
Never catch a nigga chasing hoes
Feel like a baker man
The way a nigga flipping dough
Back up on my bullshit
I ain't from Chicago
Moved to the O
The 313 is all that I know
Fell for the money
Never catch a nigga chasing hoes
Feel like a baker man
The way a nigga flipping dough
Spark it on the strip
Went from Tir
Out to Levels Lounge
Then we hitting Gilt
Rarely catching Z's
I caught a dream
Man I swear I'm lit
She gone throw it back
While the DJ play some throwback shit
Ballin' on these bitches
If I shoot my shot I'll never miss
Ballin' on these niggas trynna guard me
Catch an ankle twist
All I smoke is gas
My momma thought I had some angel dust
Nah Ma I'm just trynna vibe
Not f*ck my life up
Talk in' bout a backend
I'm in the front
I need that cheddar first
Versatile lil nigga
Prices going up if you want a verse
Body bag a song
And put producer's work into a hearse
Body bag a song
And put the cover art on a shirt
So let a nigga try me
I feel like Dej Loaf
I'm just trynna get the money
How much?The f*cking most
And I got this bitch
She so dramatic
Swear she do the most
She say that the f*ck is good
I am not the one to boast
Grab the henny by the neck
I love the neck
The way she eat it up
F*ck around and knock that pushy out
The way I beat it up
Niggas trynna beat me
Ain't no way they defeating us
Ten toes down
Ain't got time to kick my feet up
I've been working hard
I'm on my grind
And niggas see it now
Bitches that didn't want me back then
Are trynna f*ck me now
I'm gone cop my mom a mansion
Just because she want a house
Told my dad I'll get him out the hood
And watch him make it out
Got diagnosed didn't think I'd make it out
Come on look at me now
Grandma proud I knocked that chemo out
Act like you see the smile
Never tried to run off on the plug
We bought the outlet out
If the convo ain't about money
F*ck you talking bout
Back up on my bullshit
I ain't from Chicago
Moved to the O
The 313 is all that I know
Fell for the money
Never catch a nigga chasing hoes
Feel like a baker man
The way a nigga flipping dough
Back up on my bullshit
I ain't from Chicago
Moved to the O
The 313 is all that I know
Fell for the money
Never catch a nigga chasing hoes
Feel like a baker man
The way a nigga flipping dough
Writer: Dalen Seals
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