Im in the studio
Im rolling up my refa'
Im smokin OG
I aint rollin up no Keisha
If you aint talking money
I cant talk
Dont want to meet ya
I pullup foreign
Drop the top
Its a two seater
Them boys dont want to sign me for them M's
Then imma take it
Niggas dont be bout it
They just say it
I turn the fire down
And not to high not tryna' bake it
I feel like Neyo
Bitch im moving like the Matrix
I pullup
Make a serve right out the front seat of my car
Yeah this shordy
Tryna' f*ck me
She a junkie off them bars
Dont give a f*ck
About no rappers
I can careless who they are
Im just in it for the money
You just in it for the broads
And them rappers that be dissing
Oh just know
You made the checklist
And I went And spent it on my necklace
I get up get straight to it
I aint got no time for breakfast
I ran it up
While all you other niggas restless
Im in the studio
Im rolling up my refa'
Im smokin OG
I aint rollin up no Keisha
If you aint talking money
I cant talk
Dont want to meet ya
I pullup foreign
Drop the top
Its a two seater
Them boys dont want to sign me for them M's
Then imma take it
Niggas dont be bout it
They just say it
I turn the fire down
And not to high not tryna' bake it
I feel like Neyo
Bitch im moving like the Matrix
This shit im smoking
Got me moving like the Matrix
You cant hit this wood
Im 'bout to face it
I dont want from none of these bitches
Cause they basic
I been trapping
Tryna' get up out this basement
I got bankroll in my pockets
Cant you tell
I told you niggas I got clientele
You just mad
Because yo line be dry as hell
You copped a ounce
And you cant even make a sell
These lil niggas mini-me's
They just love to mimic me
They tryna' take my energy
Bitch nigga
Give me 50 feet
I wont shake a nigga hand
Dont f*ck with niggas
Niggas fans
Aint talkin money
What you sayin'
I'll tax yo ass
Uncle sam
Im in the studio
Im rolling up my refa'
Im smokin OG
I aint rollin up no Keisha
If you aint talking money
I cant talk
Dont want to meet ya
I pullup foreign
Drop the top
Its a two seater
Them boys dont want to sign me for them M's
Then imma take it
Niggas dont be bout it
They just say it
I turn the fire down
And not to high not tryna' bake it
I feel like Neyo
Bitch im moving like the Matrix
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Im in the studio
Im rolling up my refa'
Im smokin OG
I aint rollin up no Keisha
If you aint talking money
I cant talk
Dont want to meet ya
I pullup foreign
Drop the top
Its a two seater
Them boys dont want to sign me for them M's
Then imma take it
Niggas dont be bout it
They just say it
I turn the fire down
And not to high not tryna' bake it
I feel like Neyo
Bitch im moving like the Matrix
I pullup
Make a serve right out the front seat of my car
Yeah this shordy
Tryna' f*ck me
She a junkie off them bars
Dont give a f*ck
About no rappers
I can careless who they are
Im just in it for the money
You just in it for the broads
And them rappers that be dissing
Oh just know
You made the checklist
And I went And spent it on my necklace
I get up get straight to it
I aint got no time for breakfast
I ran it up
While all you other niggas restless
Im in the studio
Im rolling up my refa'
Im smokin OG
I aint rollin up no Keisha
If you aint talking money
I cant talk
Dont want to meet ya
I pullup foreign
Drop the top
Its a two seater
Them boys dont want to sign me for them M's
Then imma take it
Niggas dont be bout it
They just say it
I turn the fire down
And not to high not tryna' bake it
I feel like Neyo
Bitch im moving like the Matrix
This shit im smoking
Got me moving like the Matrix
You cant hit this wood
Im 'bout to face it
I dont want from none of these bitches
Cause they basic
I been trapping
Tryna' get up out this basement
I got bankroll in my pockets
Cant you tell
I told you niggas I got clientele
You just mad
Because yo line be dry as hell
You copped a ounce
And you cant even make a sell
These lil niggas mini-me's
They just love to mimic me
They tryna' take my energy
Bitch nigga
Give me 50 feet
I wont shake a nigga hand
Dont f*ck with niggas
Niggas fans
Aint talkin money
What you sayin'
I'll tax yo ass
Uncle sam
Im in the studio
Im rolling up my refa'
Im smokin OG
I aint rollin up no Keisha
If you aint talking money
I cant talk
Dont want to meet ya
I pullup foreign
Drop the top
Its a two seater
Them boys dont want to sign me for them M's
Then imma take it
Niggas dont be bout it
They just say it
I turn the fire down
And not to high not tryna' bake it
I feel like Neyo
Bitch im moving like the Matrix
Im rolling up my refa'
Im smokin OG
I aint rollin up no Keisha
If you aint talking money
I cant talk
Dont want to meet ya
I pullup foreign
Drop the top
Its a two seater
Them boys dont want to sign me for them M's
Then imma take it
Niggas dont be bout it
They just say it
I turn the fire down
And not to high not tryna' bake it
I feel like Neyo
Bitch im moving like the Matrix
I pullup
Make a serve right out the front seat of my car
Yeah this shordy
Tryna' f*ck me
She a junkie off them bars
Dont give a f*ck
About no rappers
I can careless who they are
Im just in it for the money
You just in it for the broads
And them rappers that be dissing
Oh just know
You made the checklist
And I went And spent it on my necklace
I get up get straight to it
I aint got no time for breakfast
I ran it up
While all you other niggas restless
Im in the studio
Im rolling up my refa'
Im smokin OG
I aint rollin up no Keisha
If you aint talking money
I cant talk
Dont want to meet ya
I pullup foreign
Drop the top
Its a two seater
Them boys dont want to sign me for them M's
Then imma take it
Niggas dont be bout it
They just say it
I turn the fire down
And not to high not tryna' bake it
I feel like Neyo
Bitch im moving like the Matrix
This shit im smoking
Got me moving like the Matrix
You cant hit this wood
Im 'bout to face it
I dont want from none of these bitches
Cause they basic
I been trapping
Tryna' get up out this basement
I got bankroll in my pockets
Cant you tell
I told you niggas I got clientele
You just mad
Because yo line be dry as hell
You copped a ounce
And you cant even make a sell
These lil niggas mini-me's
They just love to mimic me
They tryna' take my energy
Bitch nigga
Give me 50 feet
I wont shake a nigga hand
Dont f*ck with niggas
Niggas fans
Aint talkin money
What you sayin'
I'll tax yo ass
Uncle sam
Im in the studio
Im rolling up my refa'
Im smokin OG
I aint rollin up no Keisha
If you aint talking money
I cant talk
Dont want to meet ya
I pullup foreign
Drop the top
Its a two seater
Them boys dont want to sign me for them M's
Then imma take it
Niggas dont be bout it
They just say it
I turn the fire down
And not to high not tryna' bake it
I feel like Neyo
Bitch im moving like the Matrix
Writer: Kyle Jackson
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