What's wrong, K?
Man, I came down
Yo
Vibed out
Vigilant sweats on, Rhude T-shirt
What's happenin'?
'Shrooms on my ass, got me feelin' like, "What's happenin'?"
If she throw that pussy, know I'm smashin', I ain't passin'
I get to the money, yes, I do, but I ain't braggin'
I'ma shoot my shot, but I learned most of this from practice (on God)
F*ck that pussy nigga, he ain't real, that boy be actin' (on God)
Classic Reeboks on, I smell like money when I'm passin' (on God)
He don't want his bitch, but I do, so let me tag in (tag in)
Let me rock a show for 'bout an hour and bring that bag in
Pretty bitches screamin', they just want me 'cause my aura lit
Fell in love with money, pray to God that I get more of it
'42 and 30s, it ain't good, but I want more of it
Know this bitch ain't shit, but my dick, it want more of it
Everywhere I go, bitches on me, yeah, I'm piped up
I came from that mud, what I do? I got my ice up
I see how he lookin', oh, he hatin', he don't like us
Got some goons with me, quick to shoot, they don't fight much
Oh, that's why you broke, 'cause you still gossiping 'bout such and such
I just get that cash and f*ck on hoes, ain't gotta do too much (on gang, I said-)
I just get that cash and f*ck on hoes, ain't gotta do too much (let's go)
'Shrooms on my ass, got me feelin' like, "What's happenin'?" (What's happenin'?)
If she throw that pussy, know I'm smashin', I ain't passin' (what?)
I get to the money, yes, I do, but I ain't braggin'
I'ma shoot my shot, but I learned most of this from practice (shoot, shoot, shoot)
F*ck that pussy nigga, he ain't real, that boy be actin' (that boy be actin')
Classic Reeboks on, I smell like money when I'm passin'
He don't want his bitch, but I do, so let me tag in
Let me rock a show for 'bout an hour and bring that bag in
She say she ain't seen me (seen me), baby, oh, I miss you (mwah)
Pull up to your crib and f*ck you good with my pistol
Baby, you too nasty, that's the reason I ain't kiss you
If that nigga pop up to your spot, gon' be an issue (baow)
One inside the head, I ain't scared, they gon' miss you (let's go)
One inside the head, oh, your mama gon' need some tissue
Wanted me some money since a jit', playin' kickball
Ridin' with my guys, that's for life, until the wheels fall
'Shrooms on my ass, got me feelin' like, "What's happenin'?" (What's happenin'?)
If she throw that pussy, know I'm smashin', I ain't passin' (passin')
I get to the money, yes, I do, but I ain't braggin' (go)
I'ma shoot my shot, but I learned most of this from practice (on God)
F*ck that pussy nigga, he ain't real, that boy be actin' (on God)
Classic Reeboks on, I smell like money when I'm passin' (on God)
He don't want his bitch, but I do, so let me tag in
Let me rock a show for 'bout an hour and bring that bag in
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What's wrong, K?
Man, I came down
Yo
Vibed out
Vigilant sweats on, Rhude T-shirt
What's happenin'?
'Shrooms on my ass, got me feelin' like, "What's happenin'?"
If she throw that pussy, know I'm smashin', I ain't passin'
I get to the money, yes, I do, but I ain't braggin'
I'ma shoot my shot, but I learned most of this from practice (on God)
F*ck that pussy nigga, he ain't real, that boy be actin' (on God)
Classic Reeboks on, I smell like money when I'm passin' (on God)
He don't want his bitch, but I do, so let me tag in (tag in)
Let me rock a show for 'bout an hour and bring that bag in
Pretty bitches screamin', they just want me 'cause my aura lit
Fell in love with money, pray to God that I get more of it
'42 and 30s, it ain't good, but I want more of it
Know this bitch ain't shit, but my dick, it want more of it
Everywhere I go, bitches on me, yeah, I'm piped up
I came from that mud, what I do? I got my ice up
I see how he lookin', oh, he hatin', he don't like us
Got some goons with me, quick to shoot, they don't fight much
Oh, that's why you broke, 'cause you still gossiping 'bout such and such
I just get that cash and f*ck on hoes, ain't gotta do too much (on gang, I said-)
I just get that cash and f*ck on hoes, ain't gotta do too much (let's go)
'Shrooms on my ass, got me feelin' like, "What's happenin'?" (What's happenin'?)
If she throw that pussy, know I'm smashin', I ain't passin' (what?)
I get to the money, yes, I do, but I ain't braggin'
I'ma shoot my shot, but I learned most of this from practice (shoot, shoot, shoot)
F*ck that pussy nigga, he ain't real, that boy be actin' (that boy be actin')
Classic Reeboks on, I smell like money when I'm passin'
He don't want his bitch, but I do, so let me tag in
Let me rock a show for 'bout an hour and bring that bag in
She say she ain't seen me (seen me), baby, oh, I miss you (mwah)
Pull up to your crib and f*ck you good with my pistol
Baby, you too nasty, that's the reason I ain't kiss you
If that nigga pop up to your spot, gon' be an issue (baow)
One inside the head, I ain't scared, they gon' miss you (let's go)
One inside the head, oh, your mama gon' need some tissue
Wanted me some money since a jit', playin' kickball
Ridin' with my guys, that's for life, until the wheels fall
'Shrooms on my ass, got me feelin' like, "What's happenin'?" (What's happenin'?)
If she throw that pussy, know I'm smashin', I ain't passin' (passin')
I get to the money, yes, I do, but I ain't braggin' (go)
I'ma shoot my shot, but I learned most of this from practice (on God)
F*ck that pussy nigga, he ain't real, that boy be actin' (on God)
Classic Reeboks on, I smell like money when I'm passin' (on God)
He don't want his bitch, but I do, so let me tag in
Let me rock a show for 'bout an hour and bring that bag in
Man, I came down
Yo
Vibed out
Vigilant sweats on, Rhude T-shirt
What's happenin'?
'Shrooms on my ass, got me feelin' like, "What's happenin'?"
If she throw that pussy, know I'm smashin', I ain't passin'
I get to the money, yes, I do, but I ain't braggin'
I'ma shoot my shot, but I learned most of this from practice (on God)
F*ck that pussy nigga, he ain't real, that boy be actin' (on God)
Classic Reeboks on, I smell like money when I'm passin' (on God)
He don't want his bitch, but I do, so let me tag in (tag in)
Let me rock a show for 'bout an hour and bring that bag in
Pretty bitches screamin', they just want me 'cause my aura lit
Fell in love with money, pray to God that I get more of it
'42 and 30s, it ain't good, but I want more of it
Know this bitch ain't shit, but my dick, it want more of it
Everywhere I go, bitches on me, yeah, I'm piped up
I came from that mud, what I do? I got my ice up
I see how he lookin', oh, he hatin', he don't like us
Got some goons with me, quick to shoot, they don't fight much
Oh, that's why you broke, 'cause you still gossiping 'bout such and such
I just get that cash and f*ck on hoes, ain't gotta do too much (on gang, I said-)
I just get that cash and f*ck on hoes, ain't gotta do too much (let's go)
'Shrooms on my ass, got me feelin' like, "What's happenin'?" (What's happenin'?)
If she throw that pussy, know I'm smashin', I ain't passin' (what?)
I get to the money, yes, I do, but I ain't braggin'
I'ma shoot my shot, but I learned most of this from practice (shoot, shoot, shoot)
F*ck that pussy nigga, he ain't real, that boy be actin' (that boy be actin')
Classic Reeboks on, I smell like money when I'm passin'
He don't want his bitch, but I do, so let me tag in
Let me rock a show for 'bout an hour and bring that bag in
She say she ain't seen me (seen me), baby, oh, I miss you (mwah)
Pull up to your crib and f*ck you good with my pistol
Baby, you too nasty, that's the reason I ain't kiss you
If that nigga pop up to your spot, gon' be an issue (baow)
One inside the head, I ain't scared, they gon' miss you (let's go)
One inside the head, oh, your mama gon' need some tissue
Wanted me some money since a jit', playin' kickball
Ridin' with my guys, that's for life, until the wheels fall
'Shrooms on my ass, got me feelin' like, "What's happenin'?" (What's happenin'?)
If she throw that pussy, know I'm smashin', I ain't passin' (passin')
I get to the money, yes, I do, but I ain't braggin' (go)
I'ma shoot my shot, but I learned most of this from practice (on God)
F*ck that pussy nigga, he ain't real, that boy be actin' (on God)
Classic Reeboks on, I smell like money when I'm passin' (on God)
He don't want his bitch, but I do, so let me tag in
Let me rock a show for 'bout an hour and bring that bag in
Writer: Kristopher Campbell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group