WOP
WOP
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
Money be like Bait to these Hoes, Like cheese to a Rat
Come and give a Nigga a Minaj, I Beez in the Trap
You ain't gotta Cry over the Hoe, Cuz Ima bring her back
I'm slappin on her Ass, she Arch it back and then I bend her back
Runin thru the Paper, It Excite me Baby
Feelin like the 03 Gucci, I'm so Icy Baby
Feelin on her Body, oh you Like that Baby
Put you on a Camera, But we not Skypin Baby
Let's get to the Money
Dead Folks in my Wallet, it's a Haunting
I need Loud in my Lungs please
I Roll that shit up, It smell like a Skunk Peed
I put my Foot down, It's a Stampede
It's a Stick-up baby, Let me see ya Hands Please
Locked in the stu like I can't Leave
Man I got this shit on Lock, I got the Damn Key
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
Room Service need to Bring ya boy a Bag of Condoms
Got the towel under the Door, we smokin Marijuana
They sent the Front-end, I'm finna do the Show
I took a sip of Brodie Cup, It had me movin slow
I'm a Rockstar, It's some stuff that I can't do no mo'
I got my Head up, but I ain't Bougie tho
I'm somewhere you can't Find me, You ain't Lose me tho
Dead Folks in my Pockets, it's a Funeral
Let's get to the Money
Dead Folks in my Wallet, it's a Haunting
I need Loud in my Lungs please
I Roll that shit up, It smell like a Skunk Peed
I put my Foot down, It's a Stampede
It's a Stick-up baby, Let me see ya Hands Please
Locked in the stu like I can't Leave
Man I got this shit on Lock, I got the Damn Key
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
Lee Deff' - Marriott Lyrics
Lee Deff' - Marriott Lyrics
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WOP
WOP
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
Money be like Bait to these Hoes, Like cheese to a Rat
Come and give a Nigga a Minaj, I Beez in the Trap
You ain't gotta Cry over the Hoe, Cuz Ima bring her back
I'm slappin on her Ass, she Arch it back and then I bend her back
Runin thru the Paper, It Excite me Baby
Feelin like the 03 Gucci, I'm so Icy Baby
Feelin on her Body, oh you Like that Baby
Put you on a Camera, But we not Skypin Baby
Let's get to the Money
Dead Folks in my Wallet, it's a Haunting
I need Loud in my Lungs please
I Roll that shit up, It smell like a Skunk Peed
I put my Foot down, It's a Stampede
It's a Stick-up baby, Let me see ya Hands Please
Locked in the stu like I can't Leave
Man I got this shit on Lock, I got the Damn Key
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
Room Service need to Bring ya boy a Bag of Condoms
Got the towel under the Door, we smokin Marijuana
They sent the Front-end, I'm finna do the Show
I took a sip of Brodie Cup, It had me movin slow
I'm a Rockstar, It's some stuff that I can't do no mo'
I got my Head up, but I ain't Bougie tho
I'm somewhere you can't Find me, You ain't Lose me tho
Dead Folks in my Pockets, it's a Funeral
Let's get to the Money
Dead Folks in my Wallet, it's a Haunting
I need Loud in my Lungs please
I Roll that shit up, It smell like a Skunk Peed
I put my Foot down, It's a Stampede
It's a Stick-up baby, Let me see ya Hands Please
Locked in the stu like I can't Leave
Man I got this shit on Lock, I got the Damn Key
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
WOP
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
Money be like Bait to these Hoes, Like cheese to a Rat
Come and give a Nigga a Minaj, I Beez in the Trap
You ain't gotta Cry over the Hoe, Cuz Ima bring her back
I'm slappin on her Ass, she Arch it back and then I bend her back
Runin thru the Paper, It Excite me Baby
Feelin like the 03 Gucci, I'm so Icy Baby
Feelin on her Body, oh you Like that Baby
Put you on a Camera, But we not Skypin Baby
Let's get to the Money
Dead Folks in my Wallet, it's a Haunting
I need Loud in my Lungs please
I Roll that shit up, It smell like a Skunk Peed
I put my Foot down, It's a Stampede
It's a Stick-up baby, Let me see ya Hands Please
Locked in the stu like I can't Leave
Man I got this shit on Lock, I got the Damn Key
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
Room Service need to Bring ya boy a Bag of Condoms
Got the towel under the Door, we smokin Marijuana
They sent the Front-end, I'm finna do the Show
I took a sip of Brodie Cup, It had me movin slow
I'm a Rockstar, It's some stuff that I can't do no mo'
I got my Head up, but I ain't Bougie tho
I'm somewhere you can't Find me, You ain't Lose me tho
Dead Folks in my Pockets, it's a Funeral
Let's get to the Money
Dead Folks in my Wallet, it's a Haunting
I need Loud in my Lungs please
I Roll that shit up, It smell like a Skunk Peed
I put my Foot down, It's a Stampede
It's a Stick-up baby, Let me see ya Hands Please
Locked in the stu like I can't Leave
Man I got this shit on Lock, I got the Damn Key
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
They be sayin I got it on Lock
Bitch I got the Flavor, but I ain't wearin no Clock
I done Burnt out the Marriott
F*ckin on these Hoes wit the Bros, then we Swap
Writer: Harry Hendricks
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid