Crybaby Cash - Dont FWY! Lyrics

Got a phone pop 'bout to serve
In some fast shit 'bout to swerve
Why my drank potna on that syrup
Yeah, racks in my hand, on my mind
I can't take em off my lap
I got hundreds, I got money
Coming all up out the trap
I got pigeons, I got birds
Coming all up out the coop
If you don't f*ck with money
Then I don't f*ck with you
You, shoot, shoot, shoot out the roof
Yeah, bitch go kaboom
Yeah, get sweeped like a broom
Yeah, this shit go vroom
All of your niggas in tombs
All of your niggas in tombs
All of my hoes in the room
Come on, scoop
She want me to scoop
She want me to party with her friends all on the roof
She want me to tell her she the shit, yeah she the poo
She want me to get low with her, that's coming true
True, true, and I'm sending the troops
I don't lie, I tell truth
You can see all the proof
You can see all the huh
I can see in your face right now
It don't matter to you
But you mad at who
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm in a spaceship like a astronaut
Gettin' so high
I'm in a Jag coupe finna pass out 'cause this bitch so fine
Racks in my hand, on my mind
I can't take em off my lap
I got hundreds, I got money
Coming all up out the trap
I got pigeons, I got birds
Coming all up out the coop
If you don't f*ck with money
Then I don't f*ck with you
You, shoot, shoot, shoot out the roof
Yeah, bitch go kaboom
Yeah, get sweeped like a broom
Yeah, this shit go vroom
All of your niggas in tombs
All of your niggas in tombs
All of my hoes in the room
Got a phone pop 'bout to serve
In some fast shit 'bout to swerve
And my BM got some nerve
Man, that dumb hoe get curved
Why my drank potna on that syrup
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Come on