Ok First things first
I'm not with cappin'
Like Sam L Jackson
You niggas be acting
New Glock 22
And it's tucked in my jacket
Know I'm never lacking
Prepared for the static
He want the smoke
Then I'm letting him have it
I Only fear God
Had to go get it tatted
Extended my clip
Like I said go go gadget
Red rum on his shirt
He need more than a napkin
Got in my bag and I started the stacking
Stoppin hangin' with niggas
They ask me what happen
And bitches switched up
Money made me attractive
Now she in my room
Getting pinned to the mattress
Plate full off green like I'm eating a salad
Don't do too much flashin'
We see it we jack it
Used to be average
I made the pack vanish
Turn nothing to something
Like I'm good at magic
Rick on the beat
So u know it's a classic
And I'm on this bitch
Had to asthma attack it
No thotianna but I keep a ratchet
He said it was up
And now I gotta catch him
I took him to school
Had to teach him a lesson
Op pack in air
It's relieving stresses
Got on they ass
I'm applying the pressure
Load up the Baretta
I got a vendetta
We all put in work
Had to get it together
Don't settle for shit
You can always do better
Shout out money getter
My pockets got bigger
I'm strait out the jungle
A real life gorilla
Niggas be mad
When they ain't on your level
Yo bitch digging me
And you gave her the shovel
I crash and I dash
I got no time to cuddle
My team in the field
And we straight out the huddle
Jugg til I can't
Got it all off the muscle
And just like my cup
Ima make the Bag double
Flip it and tumble
Too many racks
Had to go get a duffle
Chip on my shoulder
No ruffles
I Tried to be subtle
2 22's they a couple
Now niggas know they in trouble
B.i.p to my uncle
Life is too short gotta hustle
When I get the chance
I won't fumble
Not time tussle
Get that boy gone
Ima bust him
Strapped up in the stu I be clutching
Trap always jumping
Hold on my phone Keep on buzzin'
Hell nah I ain't fronting you nothin
Back to money
Like Jackie Chan I be stunting
You already know how I'm comin'
Reach in my bag pull out hunnids
I got it All off of dumpin'
Stuffin
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Ok First things first
I'm not with cappin'
Like Sam L Jackson
You niggas be acting
New Glock 22
And it's tucked in my jacket
Know I'm never lacking
Prepared for the static
He want the smoke
Then I'm letting him have it
I Only fear God
Had to go get it tatted
Extended my clip
Like I said go go gadget
Red rum on his shirt
He need more than a napkin
Got in my bag and I started the stacking
Stoppin hangin' with niggas
They ask me what happen
And bitches switched up
Money made me attractive
Now she in my room
Getting pinned to the mattress
Plate full off green like I'm eating a salad
Don't do too much flashin'
We see it we jack it
Used to be average
I made the pack vanish
Turn nothing to something
Like I'm good at magic
Rick on the beat
So u know it's a classic
And I'm on this bitch
Had to asthma attack it
No thotianna but I keep a ratchet
He said it was up
And now I gotta catch him
I took him to school
Had to teach him a lesson
Op pack in air
It's relieving stresses
Got on they ass
I'm applying the pressure
Load up the Baretta
I got a vendetta
We all put in work
Had to get it together
Don't settle for shit
You can always do better
Shout out money getter
My pockets got bigger
I'm strait out the jungle
A real life gorilla
Niggas be mad
When they ain't on your level
Yo bitch digging me
And you gave her the shovel
I crash and I dash
I got no time to cuddle
My team in the field
And we straight out the huddle
Jugg til I can't
Got it all off the muscle
And just like my cup
Ima make the Bag double
Flip it and tumble
Too many racks
Had to go get a duffle
Chip on my shoulder
No ruffles
I Tried to be subtle
2 22's they a couple
Now niggas know they in trouble
B.i.p to my uncle
Life is too short gotta hustle
When I get the chance
I won't fumble
Not time tussle
Get that boy gone
Ima bust him
Strapped up in the stu I be clutching
Trap always jumping
Hold on my phone Keep on buzzin'
Hell nah I ain't fronting you nothin
Back to money
Like Jackie Chan I be stunting
You already know how I'm comin'
Reach in my bag pull out hunnids
I got it All off of dumpin'
Stuffin
I'm not with cappin'
Like Sam L Jackson
You niggas be acting
New Glock 22
And it's tucked in my jacket
Know I'm never lacking
Prepared for the static
He want the smoke
Then I'm letting him have it
I Only fear God
Had to go get it tatted
Extended my clip
Like I said go go gadget
Red rum on his shirt
He need more than a napkin
Got in my bag and I started the stacking
Stoppin hangin' with niggas
They ask me what happen
And bitches switched up
Money made me attractive
Now she in my room
Getting pinned to the mattress
Plate full off green like I'm eating a salad
Don't do too much flashin'
We see it we jack it
Used to be average
I made the pack vanish
Turn nothing to something
Like I'm good at magic
Rick on the beat
So u know it's a classic
And I'm on this bitch
Had to asthma attack it
No thotianna but I keep a ratchet
He said it was up
And now I gotta catch him
I took him to school
Had to teach him a lesson
Op pack in air
It's relieving stresses
Got on they ass
I'm applying the pressure
Load up the Baretta
I got a vendetta
We all put in work
Had to get it together
Don't settle for shit
You can always do better
Shout out money getter
My pockets got bigger
I'm strait out the jungle
A real life gorilla
Niggas be mad
When they ain't on your level
Yo bitch digging me
And you gave her the shovel
I crash and I dash
I got no time to cuddle
My team in the field
And we straight out the huddle
Jugg til I can't
Got it all off the muscle
And just like my cup
Ima make the Bag double
Flip it and tumble
Too many racks
Had to go get a duffle
Chip on my shoulder
No ruffles
I Tried to be subtle
2 22's they a couple
Now niggas know they in trouble
B.i.p to my uncle
Life is too short gotta hustle
When I get the chance
I won't fumble
Not time tussle
Get that boy gone
Ima bust him
Strapped up in the stu I be clutching
Trap always jumping
Hold on my phone Keep on buzzin'
Hell nah I ain't fronting you nothin
Back to money
Like Jackie Chan I be stunting
You already know how I'm comin'
Reach in my bag pull out hunnids
I got it All off of dumpin'
Stuffin
Writer: Jordan Jones
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