It's Pluto baby
It's Pluto baby
Late nights I'm in the crib counting cash
Cuz I gotta get the bag pop tags fast cars
I'm trying to get the money baby
It ain't a damn thing funny baby
Just give me the money baby
Late nights I'm in the crib counting cash
Cuz I gotta get the bag pop tags fast cars
I'm trying to get the money baby
It ain't a damn thing funny baby
Just give me the money baby
Yea yea yea
I need the money on my back end
Eyes real low when I'm driving
I'm in Sport mode and I'm loaded floating
I see the laws and they eyeing
I can get the cash but I need it fast, but I swear that ain't worth dying
I can flip her rip her lick her mail her off
It's up in the air like a coin toss
I can make it back without trying, I don't trust no hoe cuz hoes be lying
Cuz a nigga peep the game from a vantage point like an eagle whenever it's flying
Timing, I'm big on that, let flow natural
Let them come to me like a tabernacle
I'ma beat it down like the judge gavel
She want to ride a nigga sit up on the saddle
Round and round round round she go
Tryna drown a nigga I steady float
Money on my mind til the end of time
USD to the peso
On the cruise ship I'm off to Mexico
Enjoying life cuz I gotta live
Peaceful living until this over
But it's caos when I'm from the rear
A vet in the game I done put in years
Ain't drop blood but I shed tears
Walking by the faith enemies they bring me no fear
Cutting snakes in the grass with a John Deere
You was flaw from the jump
How you got here?
Can't spare nobody like a dry rib
Three strikes you out, Get them out of here
Cutting snakes in the grass with a John Deere
You was flaw from the jump
How you got here?
Can't spare nobody like a dry rib
Three strikes you out, Get them out of here
Late nights I'm in the crib counting cash
Cuz I gotta get the bag pop tags fast cars
I'm trying to get the money baby
It ain't a damn thing funny baby
Just give me the money baby
Late nights I'm in the crib counting cash
Cuz I gotta get the bag pop tags fast cars
I'm trying to get the money baby
It ain't a damn thing funny baby
Just give me the money baby
Yea yea yea
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It's Pluto baby
It's Pluto baby
Late nights I'm in the crib counting cash
Cuz I gotta get the bag pop tags fast cars
I'm trying to get the money baby
It ain't a damn thing funny baby
Just give me the money baby
Late nights I'm in the crib counting cash
Cuz I gotta get the bag pop tags fast cars
I'm trying to get the money baby
It ain't a damn thing funny baby
Just give me the money baby
Yea yea yea
I need the money on my back end
Eyes real low when I'm driving
I'm in Sport mode and I'm loaded floating
I see the laws and they eyeing
I can get the cash but I need it fast, but I swear that ain't worth dying
I can flip her rip her lick her mail her off
It's up in the air like a coin toss
I can make it back without trying, I don't trust no hoe cuz hoes be lying
Cuz a nigga peep the game from a vantage point like an eagle whenever it's flying
Timing, I'm big on that, let flow natural
Let them come to me like a tabernacle
I'ma beat it down like the judge gavel
She want to ride a nigga sit up on the saddle
Round and round round round she go
Tryna drown a nigga I steady float
Money on my mind til the end of time
USD to the peso
On the cruise ship I'm off to Mexico
Enjoying life cuz I gotta live
Peaceful living until this over
But it's caos when I'm from the rear
A vet in the game I done put in years
Ain't drop blood but I shed tears
Walking by the faith enemies they bring me no fear
Cutting snakes in the grass with a John Deere
You was flaw from the jump
How you got here?
Can't spare nobody like a dry rib
Three strikes you out, Get them out of here
Cutting snakes in the grass with a John Deere
You was flaw from the jump
How you got here?
Can't spare nobody like a dry rib
Three strikes you out, Get them out of here
Late nights I'm in the crib counting cash
Cuz I gotta get the bag pop tags fast cars
I'm trying to get the money baby
It ain't a damn thing funny baby
Just give me the money baby
Late nights I'm in the crib counting cash
Cuz I gotta get the bag pop tags fast cars
I'm trying to get the money baby
It ain't a damn thing funny baby
Just give me the money baby
Yea yea yea
It's Pluto baby
Late nights I'm in the crib counting cash
Cuz I gotta get the bag pop tags fast cars
I'm trying to get the money baby
It ain't a damn thing funny baby
Just give me the money baby
Late nights I'm in the crib counting cash
Cuz I gotta get the bag pop tags fast cars
I'm trying to get the money baby
It ain't a damn thing funny baby
Just give me the money baby
Yea yea yea
I need the money on my back end
Eyes real low when I'm driving
I'm in Sport mode and I'm loaded floating
I see the laws and they eyeing
I can get the cash but I need it fast, but I swear that ain't worth dying
I can flip her rip her lick her mail her off
It's up in the air like a coin toss
I can make it back without trying, I don't trust no hoe cuz hoes be lying
Cuz a nigga peep the game from a vantage point like an eagle whenever it's flying
Timing, I'm big on that, let flow natural
Let them come to me like a tabernacle
I'ma beat it down like the judge gavel
She want to ride a nigga sit up on the saddle
Round and round round round she go
Tryna drown a nigga I steady float
Money on my mind til the end of time
USD to the peso
On the cruise ship I'm off to Mexico
Enjoying life cuz I gotta live
Peaceful living until this over
But it's caos when I'm from the rear
A vet in the game I done put in years
Ain't drop blood but I shed tears
Walking by the faith enemies they bring me no fear
Cutting snakes in the grass with a John Deere
You was flaw from the jump
How you got here?
Can't spare nobody like a dry rib
Three strikes you out, Get them out of here
Cutting snakes in the grass with a John Deere
You was flaw from the jump
How you got here?
Can't spare nobody like a dry rib
Three strikes you out, Get them out of here
Late nights I'm in the crib counting cash
Cuz I gotta get the bag pop tags fast cars
I'm trying to get the money baby
It ain't a damn thing funny baby
Just give me the money baby
Late nights I'm in the crib counting cash
Cuz I gotta get the bag pop tags fast cars
I'm trying to get the money baby
It ain't a damn thing funny baby
Just give me the money baby
Yea yea yea
Writer: Deion Thomas
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