I ain't even gon' put no adlibs on this bitch
(phew phew go)
Niggas ain't gettin' no money- nigga ain't gettin' no money let's go
Let's go go aye, will uh yea, will, uh, ayy, uh, go
I had to run this shit back, they said"Twill goin' dumb how he hop on these tracks"
No I can't f*ck up no pack, I'm tryna sit in the car and just count up these racks
I'm tryna count out this money, niggas they talkin' that shit think it's funny
You got that bih and I think that she love me
I don't want that lil' bih I don't think that she fa me
I cannot put all my trust in a bitch, why would I just go out sad bout a ho
They really think I ain't gettin' this money, we can pull up, put this shit on the floor
We can push up put this shit at your door
Think I'm runnin' them plays how I pick and I roll
Will got the sauce and he already know
This for the niggas who think I ain't change my flow
I got the back end, we got the pack, she got the paper and I got a stack
Step in the spot Imma count up these racks
Imma keep getting paper you know that's a fact
Eyght Degree cold that's the motto, we hit the bank like Jon Boy hit the lotto
Alv in back, told me to step on the throttle
How she hittin' that lick, got me tappin' the bottle
Nah but f*ck that, you know my cup on double leaning and shit, tryna get me in trouble
Racks in my hand, think them boys got a couple
They ain't gettin' no cake I've been countin' this funnel
Flexin' my shit, really bust they bubble
Told the bitch suck the dick, I don't just wanna cuddle
Balling and shit got them boys in a huddle need to get in that gym tryna flex your muscle
Y'all niggas weak I'm in the cut every day of the week
Heard that lil' bitch wanna f*ck, she a freak
Get out the kitchen can't take all the heat, y'all niggas so wack, do this shit in my sleep
Go, we gone
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I ain't even gon' put no adlibs on this bitch
(phew phew go)
Niggas ain't gettin' no money- nigga ain't gettin' no money let's go
Let's go go aye, will uh yea, will, uh, ayy, uh, go
I had to run this shit back, they said"Twill goin' dumb how he hop on these tracks"
No I can't f*ck up no pack, I'm tryna sit in the car and just count up these racks
I'm tryna count out this money, niggas they talkin' that shit think it's funny
You got that bih and I think that she love me
I don't want that lil' bih I don't think that she fa me
I cannot put all my trust in a bitch, why would I just go out sad bout a ho
They really think I ain't gettin' this money, we can pull up, put this shit on the floor
We can push up put this shit at your door
Think I'm runnin' them plays how I pick and I roll
Will got the sauce and he already know
This for the niggas who think I ain't change my flow
I got the back end, we got the pack, she got the paper and I got a stack
Step in the spot Imma count up these racks
Imma keep getting paper you know that's a fact
Eyght Degree cold that's the motto, we hit the bank like Jon Boy hit the lotto
Alv in back, told me to step on the throttle
How she hittin' that lick, got me tappin' the bottle
Nah but f*ck that, you know my cup on double leaning and shit, tryna get me in trouble
Racks in my hand, think them boys got a couple
They ain't gettin' no cake I've been countin' this funnel
Flexin' my shit, really bust they bubble
Told the bitch suck the dick, I don't just wanna cuddle
Balling and shit got them boys in a huddle need to get in that gym tryna flex your muscle
Y'all niggas weak I'm in the cut every day of the week
Heard that lil' bitch wanna f*ck, she a freak
Get out the kitchen can't take all the heat, y'all niggas so wack, do this shit in my sleep
Go, we gone
(phew phew go)
Niggas ain't gettin' no money- nigga ain't gettin' no money let's go
Let's go go aye, will uh yea, will, uh, ayy, uh, go
I had to run this shit back, they said"Twill goin' dumb how he hop on these tracks"
No I can't f*ck up no pack, I'm tryna sit in the car and just count up these racks
I'm tryna count out this money, niggas they talkin' that shit think it's funny
You got that bih and I think that she love me
I don't want that lil' bih I don't think that she fa me
I cannot put all my trust in a bitch, why would I just go out sad bout a ho
They really think I ain't gettin' this money, we can pull up, put this shit on the floor
We can push up put this shit at your door
Think I'm runnin' them plays how I pick and I roll
Will got the sauce and he already know
This for the niggas who think I ain't change my flow
I got the back end, we got the pack, she got the paper and I got a stack
Step in the spot Imma count up these racks
Imma keep getting paper you know that's a fact
Eyght Degree cold that's the motto, we hit the bank like Jon Boy hit the lotto
Alv in back, told me to step on the throttle
How she hittin' that lick, got me tappin' the bottle
Nah but f*ck that, you know my cup on double leaning and shit, tryna get me in trouble
Racks in my hand, think them boys got a couple
They ain't gettin' no cake I've been countin' this funnel
Flexin' my shit, really bust they bubble
Told the bitch suck the dick, I don't just wanna cuddle
Balling and shit got them boys in a huddle need to get in that gym tryna flex your muscle
Y'all niggas weak I'm in the cut every day of the week
Heard that lil' bitch wanna f*ck, she a freak
Get out the kitchen can't take all the heat, y'all niggas so wack, do this shit in my sleep
Go, we gone
Writer: Tristan Wilson
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