JAMS The Flava Child - W.L.B. Lyrics

Okay I break it down roll it up flame it up
Look in the mirror and I'm out the door
Go out to breakfast a regular day
But I look like I just left a show
I had a 7, I went to a zip (hit me!)
Now I got za for the low
If you need hit me 312-361- nah im playing look
Wassup lil bitch (WASSUP!)
I been gettin rich
Taking trips
Making lil flips
Took a long time, brick by brick
Double C, CC mmm super thick
Keys in ignition hit 7/11 got 91 on the pump
Akaline water pack of cones and a pack of blunts
Bag of the chips
Chips with the dip
All My haters getting sick
No debating not at all top 10 put me in
Big facts
No hate
Cmon dawg check the scoreboard
If I keep going at this rate
Next up is the world tour
Telling me to turn it down
Middle finger to my landlord
Pop the bottle celebrate
Champagne spillin on the floor

Wassup lil hoe
Met you at the show
Never hit your phone (my bad!)
I been getting dough
Wassup lil bitch (WASSUP!)
I been gettin rich
Taking trips
Making lil flips

Been out the way I been leveling up
Hustle hustling stacking it up
Bubbling bubbling im out Dublin
Runner man runner man feelin like the money man
We got pounds of tree
I'm in the jungle man
Whatcha say,
I'm too high come again
I'm too high, I could fly
Cut my wings, nice try
JAMS rep the chi till I die
They call me easy money
Ima boss he a buddy
Lookin rich when I'm bummy
Rose in my tummy
She getting nervous around you
Round me she get slutty
Passport, stamp
Where we at out the country
Studio set up in the hotelli
Whole lotta weed whole lotta Henny
Right now my only goal making a milli
Need me a condo on top of city

Wassup lil hoe
Met you at the show
Never hit your phone (my bad!)
I been getting dough
Wassup lil bitch (WASSUP!)
I been gettin rich
Taking trips
Making lil flips
Wassup lil hoe
Met you at the show
Never hit your phone (my bad!)
I been getting dough
Wassup lil bitch (WASSUP!)
I been gettin rich
Taking trips
Making lil flips