Hey, Hey, uh hey
Yea, yea yea
Stand on money I climb in it
Only reason she riding
She like to f*ck me in silence
Guessing I need to remind niggas
Who really go get the flyyest
Dollars on auto-pilot
I told the bitch keep quiet
Paper be getting to my head
Yea, feel like I do what I wanna,
Yea, shop in New York for the summer, woah
Get up get high in the morning
She giving top in the morning
Shawty know she so gorgeous
Freak, she let me record it
I make her bust like a 40
I make her bust like a 40
Had to take off on these niggas that thought they was getting close to me
Took my feelings out of what this really posed to be
Trafficking way out of Florida
Off the trap these dollars aint ordered
Lost a baby hope it was a daughter
So much shit I aint tell my mama
Yea yea, so much shit I aint tell my mama
I'm on the block just me and my dawgy
I'm on the block trying to fill my pockets
Having dog shit yea, I'm bout to bust my wallet
Been on the grind might do a little ollie
Ammo and rounds all over the island
Ammo and rounds all over the island
Stand on money I climb in it
Only reason she riding
She like to f*ck me in silence
Guessing I need to remind niggas
Who really go get the flyyest
Dollars on auto-pilot
I told the bitch keep quiet
Paper be getting to my head
Yea, feel like I do what I wanna,
Yea, shop in New York for the summer, woah
Get up get high in the morning
She giving top in the morning
Shawty know she so gorgeous
Freak, she let me record it
I make her bust like a 40
I make her bust like a 40
Stand on the money I climb
Only reason she ride
She like to f*ck me in silence
Guessing I need to remind
Who really go get the flyyest
Dollars on auto-pilot
I told the bitch keep quiet
The paper be getting to my head
BlacBoy - 2 MY HEAD Lyrics
BlacBoy - 2 MY HEAD Lyrics
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Hey, Hey, uh hey
Yea, yea yea
Stand on money I climb in it
Only reason she riding
She like to f*ck me in silence
Guessing I need to remind niggas
Who really go get the flyyest
Dollars on auto-pilot
I told the bitch keep quiet
Paper be getting to my head
Yea, feel like I do what I wanna,
Yea, shop in New York for the summer, woah
Get up get high in the morning
She giving top in the morning
Shawty know she so gorgeous
Freak, she let me record it
I make her bust like a 40
I make her bust like a 40
Had to take off on these niggas that thought they was getting close to me
Took my feelings out of what this really posed to be
Trafficking way out of Florida
Off the trap these dollars aint ordered
Lost a baby hope it was a daughter
So much shit I aint tell my mama
Yea yea, so much shit I aint tell my mama
I'm on the block just me and my dawgy
I'm on the block trying to fill my pockets
Having dog shit yea, I'm bout to bust my wallet
Been on the grind might do a little ollie
Ammo and rounds all over the island
Ammo and rounds all over the island
Stand on money I climb in it
Only reason she riding
She like to f*ck me in silence
Guessing I need to remind niggas
Who really go get the flyyest
Dollars on auto-pilot
I told the bitch keep quiet
Paper be getting to my head
Yea, feel like I do what I wanna,
Yea, shop in New York for the summer, woah
Get up get high in the morning
She giving top in the morning
Shawty know she so gorgeous
Freak, she let me record it
I make her bust like a 40
I make her bust like a 40
Stand on the money I climb
Only reason she ride
She like to f*ck me in silence
Guessing I need to remind
Who really go get the flyyest
Dollars on auto-pilot
I told the bitch keep quiet
The paper be getting to my head
Yea, yea yea
Stand on money I climb in it
Only reason she riding
She like to f*ck me in silence
Guessing I need to remind niggas
Who really go get the flyyest
Dollars on auto-pilot
I told the bitch keep quiet
Paper be getting to my head
Yea, feel like I do what I wanna,
Yea, shop in New York for the summer, woah
Get up get high in the morning
She giving top in the morning
Shawty know she so gorgeous
Freak, she let me record it
I make her bust like a 40
I make her bust like a 40
Had to take off on these niggas that thought they was getting close to me
Took my feelings out of what this really posed to be
Trafficking way out of Florida
Off the trap these dollars aint ordered
Lost a baby hope it was a daughter
So much shit I aint tell my mama
Yea yea, so much shit I aint tell my mama
I'm on the block just me and my dawgy
I'm on the block trying to fill my pockets
Having dog shit yea, I'm bout to bust my wallet
Been on the grind might do a little ollie
Ammo and rounds all over the island
Ammo and rounds all over the island
Stand on money I climb in it
Only reason she riding
She like to f*ck me in silence
Guessing I need to remind niggas
Who really go get the flyyest
Dollars on auto-pilot
I told the bitch keep quiet
Paper be getting to my head
Yea, feel like I do what I wanna,
Yea, shop in New York for the summer, woah
Get up get high in the morning
She giving top in the morning
Shawty know she so gorgeous
Freak, she let me record it
I make her bust like a 40
I make her bust like a 40
Stand on the money I climb
Only reason she ride
She like to f*ck me in silence
Guessing I need to remind
Who really go get the flyyest
Dollars on auto-pilot
I told the bitch keep quiet
The paper be getting to my head
Writer: Darian D.
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