Got your attention
Soon as I walked in
Look what I'm dressed in
Look how they talking
Ain't that expensive
Put em in coffins
Never extensive
Still got em stalking
We doin numbers
You n****s stay stylin'
Making it rain
Look how that shit fallin'
Do it with ease
Young n****s stay ballin'
Soon as I pull up the bitches start callin'
I got her saving my number as Rawlings
Know that they main n***a steady stalking
I'm in the mix dripping, got em coughing
Seuss got yo bitch slipping, tell em caution
My pockets beeping, money calling
Go into work, Yon never call in.
Not in the restroom, I ain't stalling
Seuss never trip, damn got her falling
Like it's Autumn
Say I'm her FUTURE, the perkys calling
She said I was faded like Dirk I'm balling
When you hotter than Satan, like church they cross you
History in the making, the first to call it
You gon feel what I'm saying Perk or Wallace
I go hard in the paint like I'm Waka Flocka
Lyrics I spit like a choppa choppa
Blocka blocka
See me wit C Moore, that's my shotta shotta
In his room and we counting a lotta guala
And we getting our run on a lotta commas
Cause us n****s ain't worried bout Gucci Prada
Rada Rada
These n****s be talking that rada rada
Like I'm one-hundred pennies I'm bout a dollar
If it ain't bout the money, don't try to holla
Nah
Got your attention
Soon as I walked in
Look what I'm dressed in
Look how they talking
Ain't that expensive
Put em in coffins
Never extensive
Still got em stalking
We doin numbers
You n****s stay stylin'
Making it rain
Look how that shit fallin'
Do it with ease
Young n****s stay ballin'
Soon as I pull up the bitches start callin'
Yeah I just started, look how I'm hawkin
N****s can't catch up and I'm just walkin
Taking ya bitch the moment I spark it
Keeping it simple you trying ya hardest
Painting a picture, bitch I'm a artist
Play like I'm dumb but I know I'm the smartest
She looking cold, she shaped like a goddess
Ass so fat it might be the softest
(Oh my f*cking God)
Hold up, sauce it
Get it, flip it, then I toss it
Throw it up, I randy moss it
N****s pussy won't spark it
I'm the type to go and floss it
Diamonds dripping like a fosset
Roll the blunt up then I spark it
Now take the song and restart it
Got your attention
Soon as I walked in
Look what I'm dressed in
Look how they talking
Ain't that expensive
Put em in coffins
Never extensive
Still got em stalking
We doin numbers
You n****s stay stylin'
Making it rain
Look how that shit fallin'
Do it with ease
Young n****s stay ballin'
Soon as I pull up the bitches start callin'
Yon the Doyen - Deed Is Done (feat. C Moore) Lyrics
Yon the Doyen - Deed Is Done (feat. C Moore) Lyrics
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Got your attention
Soon as I walked in
Look what I'm dressed in
Look how they talking
Ain't that expensive
Put em in coffins
Never extensive
Still got em stalking
We doin numbers
You n****s stay stylin'
Making it rain
Look how that shit fallin'
Do it with ease
Young n****s stay ballin'
Soon as I pull up the bitches start callin'
I got her saving my number as Rawlings
Know that they main n***a steady stalking
I'm in the mix dripping, got em coughing
Seuss got yo bitch slipping, tell em caution
My pockets beeping, money calling
Go into work, Yon never call in.
Not in the restroom, I ain't stalling
Seuss never trip, damn got her falling
Like it's Autumn
Say I'm her FUTURE, the perkys calling
She said I was faded like Dirk I'm balling
When you hotter than Satan, like church they cross you
History in the making, the first to call it
You gon feel what I'm saying Perk or Wallace
I go hard in the paint like I'm Waka Flocka
Lyrics I spit like a choppa choppa
Blocka blocka
See me wit C Moore, that's my shotta shotta
In his room and we counting a lotta guala
And we getting our run on a lotta commas
Cause us n****s ain't worried bout Gucci Prada
Rada Rada
These n****s be talking that rada rada
Like I'm one-hundred pennies I'm bout a dollar
If it ain't bout the money, don't try to holla
Nah
Got your attention
Soon as I walked in
Look what I'm dressed in
Look how they talking
Ain't that expensive
Put em in coffins
Never extensive
Still got em stalking
We doin numbers
You n****s stay stylin'
Making it rain
Look how that shit fallin'
Do it with ease
Young n****s stay ballin'
Soon as I pull up the bitches start callin'
Yeah I just started, look how I'm hawkin
N****s can't catch up and I'm just walkin
Taking ya bitch the moment I spark it
Keeping it simple you trying ya hardest
Painting a picture, bitch I'm a artist
Play like I'm dumb but I know I'm the smartest
She looking cold, she shaped like a goddess
Ass so fat it might be the softest
(Oh my f*cking God)
Hold up, sauce it
Get it, flip it, then I toss it
Throw it up, I randy moss it
N****s pussy won't spark it
I'm the type to go and floss it
Diamonds dripping like a fosset
Roll the blunt up then I spark it
Now take the song and restart it
Got your attention
Soon as I walked in
Look what I'm dressed in
Look how they talking
Ain't that expensive
Put em in coffins
Never extensive
Still got em stalking
We doin numbers
You n****s stay stylin'
Making it rain
Look how that shit fallin'
Do it with ease
Young n****s stay ballin'
Soon as I pull up the bitches start callin'
Soon as I walked in
Look what I'm dressed in
Look how they talking
Ain't that expensive
Put em in coffins
Never extensive
Still got em stalking
We doin numbers
You n****s stay stylin'
Making it rain
Look how that shit fallin'
Do it with ease
Young n****s stay ballin'
Soon as I pull up the bitches start callin'
I got her saving my number as Rawlings
Know that they main n***a steady stalking
I'm in the mix dripping, got em coughing
Seuss got yo bitch slipping, tell em caution
My pockets beeping, money calling
Go into work, Yon never call in.
Not in the restroom, I ain't stalling
Seuss never trip, damn got her falling
Like it's Autumn
Say I'm her FUTURE, the perkys calling
She said I was faded like Dirk I'm balling
When you hotter than Satan, like church they cross you
History in the making, the first to call it
You gon feel what I'm saying Perk or Wallace
I go hard in the paint like I'm Waka Flocka
Lyrics I spit like a choppa choppa
Blocka blocka
See me wit C Moore, that's my shotta shotta
In his room and we counting a lotta guala
And we getting our run on a lotta commas
Cause us n****s ain't worried bout Gucci Prada
Rada Rada
These n****s be talking that rada rada
Like I'm one-hundred pennies I'm bout a dollar
If it ain't bout the money, don't try to holla
Nah
Got your attention
Soon as I walked in
Look what I'm dressed in
Look how they talking
Ain't that expensive
Put em in coffins
Never extensive
Still got em stalking
We doin numbers
You n****s stay stylin'
Making it rain
Look how that shit fallin'
Do it with ease
Young n****s stay ballin'
Soon as I pull up the bitches start callin'
Yeah I just started, look how I'm hawkin
N****s can't catch up and I'm just walkin
Taking ya bitch the moment I spark it
Keeping it simple you trying ya hardest
Painting a picture, bitch I'm a artist
Play like I'm dumb but I know I'm the smartest
She looking cold, she shaped like a goddess
Ass so fat it might be the softest
(Oh my f*cking God)
Hold up, sauce it
Get it, flip it, then I toss it
Throw it up, I randy moss it
N****s pussy won't spark it
I'm the type to go and floss it
Diamonds dripping like a fosset
Roll the blunt up then I spark it
Now take the song and restart it
Got your attention
Soon as I walked in
Look what I'm dressed in
Look how they talking
Ain't that expensive
Put em in coffins
Never extensive
Still got em stalking
We doin numbers
You n****s stay stylin'
Making it rain
Look how that shit fallin'
Do it with ease
Young n****s stay ballin'
Soon as I pull up the bitches start callin'
Writer: Caleb Moore, Darien Lowe
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid