(Sosa 808)
Just told my bro that this money and hoes don't last (M-O-B)
I told him get up out his feelings and go get a bag
Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass nigga, you can blame my dad (on God)
Got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag (HitKidd, what it do, man?)
Sitting in the 600 with the seat back
Yeah, when I first seen that Rolls truck, I'm like, "I need that"
Yeah, sipping codeine, my bitch like, "Glock, you don't need that"
Yeah, six years old, I told the teacher, "Suck my weenus"
Soon as I got home, my grandma gave me a beating
Bad lil' mothef*cker, yup (Bitch), I beat it
I'm married to the money 'cause most of these hoes is skeezy
You know I'm so icy, but a nigga don't know Jeezy
Ayy, I be rocking Gucci, mane, I make this shit look easy
My young niggas ruthless, ayy, please, please, believe me
Ice cubes in my watch and chain got a nigga freezing
Ice cubes in my watch and chain got a nigga freezing
F*ck your verse, nigga, I'll never do a remix
Niggas know that I don't f*ck with 'em and I don't pretend
Niggas know that I don't f*ck with 'em, it ain't a secret
Niggas know that I don't f*ck with 'em, it ain't a secret
Ayy, gang members shooting shit up, where your defense?
Damn, Glock, these niggas hating on you, yeah, I peeped it
Big Glock with the switch up on it, I ain't missing shit
I'm always on point, nigga, I don't even miss a bitch
So what? Still be hitting licks
Self-made, nothing like these shrimps
I'm balling on these lil' niggas, f*ck around and windmill
I just bought another foreign, swerve that bitch, look like a Hot Wheel
I walked up in the party, bitches started doing cartwheels
Told my bro that this money and these hoes don't last
Told him, "Get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag"
Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass nigga, baby, you can blame my dad
I got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag (Yeah)
Told my bro that this money and these hoes don't last
Told him, "Get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag"
Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass nigga, baby, you can blame my dad
I got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag
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(Sosa 808)
Just told my bro that this money and hoes don't last (M-O-B)
I told him get up out his feelings and go get a bag
Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass nigga, you can blame my dad (on God)
Got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag (HitKidd, what it do, man?)
Sitting in the 600 with the seat back
Yeah, when I first seen that Rolls truck, I'm like, "I need that"
Yeah, sipping codeine, my bitch like, "Glock, you don't need that"
Yeah, six years old, I told the teacher, "Suck my weenus"
Soon as I got home, my grandma gave me a beating
Bad lil' mothef*cker, yup (Bitch), I beat it
I'm married to the money 'cause most of these hoes is skeezy
You know I'm so icy, but a nigga don't know Jeezy
Ayy, I be rocking Gucci, mane, I make this shit look easy
My young niggas ruthless, ayy, please, please, believe me
Ice cubes in my watch and chain got a nigga freezing
Ice cubes in my watch and chain got a nigga freezing
F*ck your verse, nigga, I'll never do a remix
Niggas know that I don't f*ck with 'em and I don't pretend
Niggas know that I don't f*ck with 'em, it ain't a secret
Niggas know that I don't f*ck with 'em, it ain't a secret
Ayy, gang members shooting shit up, where your defense?
Damn, Glock, these niggas hating on you, yeah, I peeped it
Big Glock with the switch up on it, I ain't missing shit
I'm always on point, nigga, I don't even miss a bitch
So what? Still be hitting licks
Self-made, nothing like these shrimps
I'm balling on these lil' niggas, f*ck around and windmill
I just bought another foreign, swerve that bitch, look like a Hot Wheel
I walked up in the party, bitches started doing cartwheels
Told my bro that this money and these hoes don't last
Told him, "Get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag"
Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass nigga, baby, you can blame my dad
I got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag (Yeah)
Told my bro that this money and these hoes don't last
Told him, "Get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag"
Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass nigga, baby, you can blame my dad
I got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag
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Just told my bro that this money and hoes don't last (M-O-B)
I told him get up out his feelings and go get a bag
Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass nigga, you can blame my dad (on God)
Got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag (HitKidd, what it do, man?)
Sitting in the 600 with the seat back
Yeah, when I first seen that Rolls truck, I'm like, "I need that"
Yeah, sipping codeine, my bitch like, "Glock, you don't need that"
Yeah, six years old, I told the teacher, "Suck my weenus"
Soon as I got home, my grandma gave me a beating
Bad lil' mothef*cker, yup (Bitch), I beat it
I'm married to the money 'cause most of these hoes is skeezy
You know I'm so icy, but a nigga don't know Jeezy
Ayy, I be rocking Gucci, mane, I make this shit look easy
My young niggas ruthless, ayy, please, please, believe me
Ice cubes in my watch and chain got a nigga freezing
Ice cubes in my watch and chain got a nigga freezing
F*ck your verse, nigga, I'll never do a remix
Niggas know that I don't f*ck with 'em and I don't pretend
Niggas know that I don't f*ck with 'em, it ain't a secret
Niggas know that I don't f*ck with 'em, it ain't a secret
Ayy, gang members shooting shit up, where your defense?
Damn, Glock, these niggas hating on you, yeah, I peeped it
Big Glock with the switch up on it, I ain't missing shit
I'm always on point, nigga, I don't even miss a bitch
So what? Still be hitting licks
Self-made, nothing like these shrimps
I'm balling on these lil' niggas, f*ck around and windmill
I just bought another foreign, swerve that bitch, look like a Hot Wheel
I walked up in the party, bitches started doing cartwheels
Told my bro that this money and these hoes don't last
Told him, "Get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag"
Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass nigga, baby, you can blame my dad
I got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag (Yeah)
Told my bro that this money and these hoes don't last
Told him, "Get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag"
Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass nigga, baby, you can blame my dad
I got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag
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Writer: Adolph Thornton Jr., Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: Young Dolph
From Album: PAPER ROUTE iLLUMINATi
Written by: Adolph Thornton Jr., Markeyvius Cathey