Uhh yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Bring the guys out when we run down
With the sun down having fun now
Spend and cut it off lets wind down
Take your racks now, you got none now
Stop slippin' acting, put the cup down
I had love for you, but it's none now
I got love for you, what's up with you?
Switched up, boy, you better cut it off
Yeah, I sent that hoe to belize
I send my money the moon
Yeah, said she rock with me
Why she ain't chilling with you?
Say that she got a nigga,
I guess I'm killing your boo
Take that boy out the picture
Yeah I'm killing him too
Yeah, I got a chopper on me
I got material to rob ya
Yeah I got a milly on me
My girl better be honest
Talkin' bout money, now why's you talkin uh
Rockin' that Louis and Prada
I'm slippin' that triss got me on nadia
I'm sippin' that purple i'm nodding
I'm f*ckin' this bitch, I think her name's Claudia
When she come over get naughty
I'm spendin your band I walk up in follies yeah
Louis designer I cop it
I bought me some minutes, I bought my hoe Cartier
Yeah, she told me she want what she got it
I'm dropping these n***** like Scotty 2 hotty
Toolie take off you're noggin
Talk bout some money, then count me in
Talk bout some racks, baby, count me in
Talkin' bout racks, baby, count me in
Count me in
Bring the guys out when we run down
With the sun down having fun' oh
Spend and cut it off, lets wind down
Take your racks now, you got none now
Stop slippin' acting, put the cup down
I had love for you but it's none now
I got love for you what's up with you
Switched up boy you better cut it off
Yeah I sent that hoe to belize
I send my money the moon
Yeah said she rock with me
Why she ain't chilling with you
Say she got a nigga
I guess I'm killing your boo
Take that boy out the picture
Yeah I'm killing him too
Yeah i got a chopper on me
I got material to rob ya
Yeah I got a milly on me
My girl better be honest
Talkin' bout money now why's you talkin uh
Rockin that Louis and Prada
I'm slippin that triss got me on nadia
I'm sippin' that purple I'm nodding
I'm f*ckin' this bitch
I think her name's Claudia
When she come over get naughty
I'm spendin your band I walk up in follies yea
Louis designer I cop it.
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Uhh yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Bring the guys out when we run down
With the sun down having fun now
Spend and cut it off lets wind down
Take your racks now, you got none now
Stop slippin' acting, put the cup down
I had love for you, but it's none now
I got love for you, what's up with you?
Switched up, boy, you better cut it off
Yeah, I sent that hoe to belize
I send my money the moon
Yeah, said she rock with me
Why she ain't chilling with you?
Say that she got a nigga,
I guess I'm killing your boo
Take that boy out the picture
Yeah I'm killing him too
Yeah, I got a chopper on me
I got material to rob ya
Yeah I got a milly on me
My girl better be honest
Talkin' bout money, now why's you talkin uh
Rockin' that Louis and Prada
I'm slippin' that triss got me on nadia
I'm sippin' that purple i'm nodding
I'm f*ckin' this bitch, I think her name's Claudia
When she come over get naughty
I'm spendin your band I walk up in follies yeah
Louis designer I cop it
I bought me some minutes, I bought my hoe Cartier
Yeah, she told me she want what she got it
I'm dropping these n***** like Scotty 2 hotty
Toolie take off you're noggin
Talk bout some money, then count me in
Talk bout some racks, baby, count me in
Talkin' bout racks, baby, count me in
Count me in
Bring the guys out when we run down
With the sun down having fun' oh
Spend and cut it off, lets wind down
Take your racks now, you got none now
Stop slippin' acting, put the cup down
I had love for you but it's none now
I got love for you what's up with you
Switched up boy you better cut it off
Yeah I sent that hoe to belize
I send my money the moon
Yeah said she rock with me
Why she ain't chilling with you
Say she got a nigga
I guess I'm killing your boo
Take that boy out the picture
Yeah I'm killing him too
Yeah i got a chopper on me
I got material to rob ya
Yeah I got a milly on me
My girl better be honest
Talkin' bout money now why's you talkin uh
Rockin that Louis and Prada
I'm slippin that triss got me on nadia
I'm sippin' that purple I'm nodding
I'm f*ckin' this bitch
I think her name's Claudia
When she come over get naughty
I'm spendin your band I walk up in follies yea
Louis designer I cop it.
Yeah, yeah yeah
Bring the guys out when we run down
With the sun down having fun now
Spend and cut it off lets wind down
Take your racks now, you got none now
Stop slippin' acting, put the cup down
I had love for you, but it's none now
I got love for you, what's up with you?
Switched up, boy, you better cut it off
Yeah, I sent that hoe to belize
I send my money the moon
Yeah, said she rock with me
Why she ain't chilling with you?
Say that she got a nigga,
I guess I'm killing your boo
Take that boy out the picture
Yeah I'm killing him too
Yeah, I got a chopper on me
I got material to rob ya
Yeah I got a milly on me
My girl better be honest
Talkin' bout money, now why's you talkin uh
Rockin' that Louis and Prada
I'm slippin' that triss got me on nadia
I'm sippin' that purple i'm nodding
I'm f*ckin' this bitch, I think her name's Claudia
When she come over get naughty
I'm spendin your band I walk up in follies yeah
Louis designer I cop it
I bought me some minutes, I bought my hoe Cartier
Yeah, she told me she want what she got it
I'm dropping these n***** like Scotty 2 hotty
Toolie take off you're noggin
Talk bout some money, then count me in
Talk bout some racks, baby, count me in
Talkin' bout racks, baby, count me in
Count me in
Bring the guys out when we run down
With the sun down having fun' oh
Spend and cut it off, lets wind down
Take your racks now, you got none now
Stop slippin' acting, put the cup down
I had love for you but it's none now
I got love for you what's up with you
Switched up boy you better cut it off
Yeah I sent that hoe to belize
I send my money the moon
Yeah said she rock with me
Why she ain't chilling with you
Say she got a nigga
I guess I'm killing your boo
Take that boy out the picture
Yeah I'm killing him too
Yeah i got a chopper on me
I got material to rob ya
Yeah I got a milly on me
My girl better be honest
Talkin' bout money now why's you talkin uh
Rockin that Louis and Prada
I'm slippin that triss got me on nadia
I'm sippin' that purple I'm nodding
I'm f*ckin' this bitch
I think her name's Claudia
When she come over get naughty
I'm spendin your band I walk up in follies yea
Louis designer I cop it.
Writer: Jamari Sales
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