WET!
Oo we stacking euros
Bitch we stacking pesos
Barreta to your neuro
Leave it on the table
Oo we go so loco
I stay on my Benzos
We so f*cking flashy
Your bitch gave me bezos
Chilling with my nigga benji yeah
Now you wonder why they hate me yeah
But they still wanna friend me yeah
Money on my mind gotta get that cream yeah
Bitch off the wall but they want adidas
Balenciaga and Prada
Chilling with mari and juana
Puerto Rican and cubana
Shawty want the coat and the heals and the bag
Shawty want the trip put her toes in the sand
But shawty bout her work with her mouth and her hand
Shawty put the time on her knees and her back
I ain't tell no f*cking lies
Filet mignon with side of rice
Calvin Klein with polo ties
F*ck po po I know my rights
Back in eighth grade at the thrift for new clothes
Now we all in, check my cards, never fold
Now we cashing checks, looking swiss with these Os
Yeah
F*ck with me f*ck with me
Loving me loving me
All the time every day
On my grind getting paid
Bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley
Riding shotgun is the semi
Me and her both ain't friendly
Oooo Bitch don't tempt me
Riding with the top down but when the top up it kinda look like candy
Don't ever bring your girl near me
Cause I'ma have her walking like bambi
Bitch I'm a dog you don't bark with the boys
Give you smoke like a bee, spark you up with the toy
I ain't scared of a pussy call your mommy my bitch
On my grind gotta eat like I grew up with no fridge
Hear a lot of you talking all that gangster shit where I live you wouldn't last one day
You could be the richest man alive but the price don't matter to these boys who ain't seen 1K
Bitch I'm getting paid
Bitch I'm in the wraith
Like I'm pressing on the gas I ain't scared to do the race
I'll be hanging with the guys who don't post shit online
And when we finish with a crime don't tattoo our face
I need my drink with ice, I need my money cash
I was thirteen years old when I flipped my first bag
I got love, love brought hate, hate brought drugs, drugs brought hoes
When you low on your dough they don't love you no more
Now you know
Cut your strings like Jeff Dunham, bitch I kill you
Spread the word to an opp anywhere, bitch I dare you to
F*ck with me f*ck with me
Loving me loving me
All the time every day
On my grind getting paid
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WET!
Oo we stacking euros
Bitch we stacking pesos
Barreta to your neuro
Leave it on the table
Oo we go so loco
I stay on my Benzos
We so f*cking flashy
Your bitch gave me bezos
Chilling with my nigga benji yeah
Now you wonder why they hate me yeah
But they still wanna friend me yeah
Money on my mind gotta get that cream yeah
Bitch off the wall but they want adidas
Balenciaga and Prada
Chilling with mari and juana
Puerto Rican and cubana
Shawty want the coat and the heals and the bag
Shawty want the trip put her toes in the sand
But shawty bout her work with her mouth and her hand
Shawty put the time on her knees and her back
I ain't tell no f*cking lies
Filet mignon with side of rice
Calvin Klein with polo ties
F*ck po po I know my rights
Back in eighth grade at the thrift for new clothes
Now we all in, check my cards, never fold
Now we cashing checks, looking swiss with these Os
Yeah
F*ck with me f*ck with me
Loving me loving me
All the time every day
On my grind getting paid
Bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley
Riding shotgun is the semi
Me and her both ain't friendly
Oooo Bitch don't tempt me
Riding with the top down but when the top up it kinda look like candy
Don't ever bring your girl near me
Cause I'ma have her walking like bambi
Bitch I'm a dog you don't bark with the boys
Give you smoke like a bee, spark you up with the toy
I ain't scared of a pussy call your mommy my bitch
On my grind gotta eat like I grew up with no fridge
Hear a lot of you talking all that gangster shit where I live you wouldn't last one day
You could be the richest man alive but the price don't matter to these boys who ain't seen 1K
Bitch I'm getting paid
Bitch I'm in the wraith
Like I'm pressing on the gas I ain't scared to do the race
I'll be hanging with the guys who don't post shit online
And when we finish with a crime don't tattoo our face
I need my drink with ice, I need my money cash
I was thirteen years old when I flipped my first bag
I got love, love brought hate, hate brought drugs, drugs brought hoes
When you low on your dough they don't love you no more
Now you know
Cut your strings like Jeff Dunham, bitch I kill you
Spread the word to an opp anywhere, bitch I dare you to
F*ck with me f*ck with me
Loving me loving me
All the time every day
On my grind getting paid
Oo we stacking euros
Bitch we stacking pesos
Barreta to your neuro
Leave it on the table
Oo we go so loco
I stay on my Benzos
We so f*cking flashy
Your bitch gave me bezos
Chilling with my nigga benji yeah
Now you wonder why they hate me yeah
But they still wanna friend me yeah
Money on my mind gotta get that cream yeah
Bitch off the wall but they want adidas
Balenciaga and Prada
Chilling with mari and juana
Puerto Rican and cubana
Shawty want the coat and the heals and the bag
Shawty want the trip put her toes in the sand
But shawty bout her work with her mouth and her hand
Shawty put the time on her knees and her back
I ain't tell no f*cking lies
Filet mignon with side of rice
Calvin Klein with polo ties
F*ck po po I know my rights
Back in eighth grade at the thrift for new clothes
Now we all in, check my cards, never fold
Now we cashing checks, looking swiss with these Os
Yeah
F*ck with me f*ck with me
Loving me loving me
All the time every day
On my grind getting paid
Bitch I'm in a brand new Bentley
Riding shotgun is the semi
Me and her both ain't friendly
Oooo Bitch don't tempt me
Riding with the top down but when the top up it kinda look like candy
Don't ever bring your girl near me
Cause I'ma have her walking like bambi
Bitch I'm a dog you don't bark with the boys
Give you smoke like a bee, spark you up with the toy
I ain't scared of a pussy call your mommy my bitch
On my grind gotta eat like I grew up with no fridge
Hear a lot of you talking all that gangster shit where I live you wouldn't last one day
You could be the richest man alive but the price don't matter to these boys who ain't seen 1K
Bitch I'm getting paid
Bitch I'm in the wraith
Like I'm pressing on the gas I ain't scared to do the race
I'll be hanging with the guys who don't post shit online
And when we finish with a crime don't tattoo our face
I need my drink with ice, I need my money cash
I was thirteen years old when I flipped my first bag
I got love, love brought hate, hate brought drugs, drugs brought hoes
When you low on your dough they don't love you no more
Now you know
Cut your strings like Jeff Dunham, bitch I kill you
Spread the word to an opp anywhere, bitch I dare you to
F*ck with me f*ck with me
Loving me loving me
All the time every day
On my grind getting paid
Writer: Fred Alcantar, Jose Rodriguez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid