(Fotrill!)
Money pilin' now
This whip don't take no normal gas, it costs to ride around
They can't even touch the swag, my boy I'm stylin' now
AMG, it's turbo charged, I get to wildin' out
Geeked up, I ain't the town
Somewhere I can't pronounce
Them lil' boys can't even keep up with what I'm makin' now
And this bitch so goddamn bad, I got her naked now
Say she f*ck with all my songs, she like the way it sound
(Whew, Uh) All that jewelry fake, boy, I can tell, (I can tell)
Thomas Ford to cover up my eyes, they red as hell
I've been stackin' paper by myself, (by myself)
Buy it if I like it, take that shit right off the shelf
I get checks that come in through the mail, (mail)
Get it from my plug after he weighs it on the scale
Diamonds on the chain and on the bail, (bail)
Get it when it's hot and gotta wait to go on sale
Money motivated, I need more, (I need more)
Racks on me so long, could barely count it on my own, (on my own)
Pass me any beat, get on the mic and then I'll float, (and I'll float)
We know you a lame, we heard you tryna bite my flow, (bite my flow)
Either way I'm ballin, got 'em jumpin' at the show, (at the show)
Took her to the crib and now I'm all up in her throat, (in her throat)
Don't know why you actin' like you got it when you broke, (when you broke)
Say they do it better, but I promise you they don't, (no they don't)
Money pilin' now
This whip don't take no normal gas, it costs to ride around
They can't even touch the swag, my boy I'm stylin' now
AMG, I'ts turbo charged, I get to wildin' out
Geeked up, I ain't the town
Somewhere I can't pronounce
Them lil' boys can't even keep up with what I'm makin' now
And this bitch so goddamn bad, I got her naked now
Say she f*ck with all my songs, she like the way it sound
Fotrill - I Could Tell Lyrics
Fotrill - I Could Tell Lyrics
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(Fotrill!)
Money pilin' now
This whip don't take no normal gas, it costs to ride around
They can't even touch the swag, my boy I'm stylin' now
AMG, it's turbo charged, I get to wildin' out
Geeked up, I ain't the town
Somewhere I can't pronounce
Them lil' boys can't even keep up with what I'm makin' now
And this bitch so goddamn bad, I got her naked now
Say she f*ck with all my songs, she like the way it sound
(Whew, Uh) All that jewelry fake, boy, I can tell, (I can tell)
Thomas Ford to cover up my eyes, they red as hell
I've been stackin' paper by myself, (by myself)
Buy it if I like it, take that shit right off the shelf
I get checks that come in through the mail, (mail)
Get it from my plug after he weighs it on the scale
Diamonds on the chain and on the bail, (bail)
Get it when it's hot and gotta wait to go on sale
Money motivated, I need more, (I need more)
Racks on me so long, could barely count it on my own, (on my own)
Pass me any beat, get on the mic and then I'll float, (and I'll float)
We know you a lame, we heard you tryna bite my flow, (bite my flow)
Either way I'm ballin, got 'em jumpin' at the show, (at the show)
Took her to the crib and now I'm all up in her throat, (in her throat)
Don't know why you actin' like you got it when you broke, (when you broke)
Say they do it better, but I promise you they don't, (no they don't)
Money pilin' now
This whip don't take no normal gas, it costs to ride around
They can't even touch the swag, my boy I'm stylin' now
AMG, I'ts turbo charged, I get to wildin' out
Geeked up, I ain't the town
Somewhere I can't pronounce
Them lil' boys can't even keep up with what I'm makin' now
And this bitch so goddamn bad, I got her naked now
Say she f*ck with all my songs, she like the way it sound
Money pilin' now
This whip don't take no normal gas, it costs to ride around
They can't even touch the swag, my boy I'm stylin' now
AMG, it's turbo charged, I get to wildin' out
Geeked up, I ain't the town
Somewhere I can't pronounce
Them lil' boys can't even keep up with what I'm makin' now
And this bitch so goddamn bad, I got her naked now
Say she f*ck with all my songs, she like the way it sound
(Whew, Uh) All that jewelry fake, boy, I can tell, (I can tell)
Thomas Ford to cover up my eyes, they red as hell
I've been stackin' paper by myself, (by myself)
Buy it if I like it, take that shit right off the shelf
I get checks that come in through the mail, (mail)
Get it from my plug after he weighs it on the scale
Diamonds on the chain and on the bail, (bail)
Get it when it's hot and gotta wait to go on sale
Money motivated, I need more, (I need more)
Racks on me so long, could barely count it on my own, (on my own)
Pass me any beat, get on the mic and then I'll float, (and I'll float)
We know you a lame, we heard you tryna bite my flow, (bite my flow)
Either way I'm ballin, got 'em jumpin' at the show, (at the show)
Took her to the crib and now I'm all up in her throat, (in her throat)
Don't know why you actin' like you got it when you broke, (when you broke)
Say they do it better, but I promise you they don't, (no they don't)
Money pilin' now
This whip don't take no normal gas, it costs to ride around
They can't even touch the swag, my boy I'm stylin' now
AMG, I'ts turbo charged, I get to wildin' out
Geeked up, I ain't the town
Somewhere I can't pronounce
Them lil' boys can't even keep up with what I'm makin' now
And this bitch so goddamn bad, I got her naked now
Say she f*ck with all my songs, she like the way it sound
Writer: MORGAN FOTTRELL
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave