My money's skydiving
Throw the money up, skydive it
We be dropping their top like they're skydiving
If I pull it out she'll suck the life out of it
If you get jammed bro, don't trip, we're gonna fight out of it
All of this cheese, bet I'll get some mice out of it
Ghost Glock, leather gloves, I ain't even tripping, they won't find out about it
Yeah I cheat, I like girls, I just make sure they don't find out about it
Missing my dead guys, I'd rather smoke weed, I don't wanna talk about it
So I hit up the plug
Niggas broke, and I needed buzz
Stopped smoking and turned into a plug
Bitch I ain't throwing no one's, strippers in the 'V
Baby come and get you a dub
I know
"You got the sauce" I know
She be like "Baby, I'm falling in love"
I be like "Shorty, I know"
I be trying to get alone time,
But the ops go where ever I go
I be chilling with my side bitches
'Cause my main bitches are models
Jackie Chan, kick back with the gang
Jackie Chan, can't stunt on my name
I ain't doing this shit for the fame
Sipping on lean, she's doing cocaine
No TuPac, I got them Birdies in my ear
They tell a nigga "Go hard," huh
Bro call me, I pick up laughing
He say we rich, I'm like "On God"
On Devil, nigga
Put some respect on my demons, I ain't talking music, rocking heavy metal, nigga
12's on my ass, pounds in the car, zooming, I'm gonna push the pedal, nigga
Skywalker OG, Wedding Cake, it's a pair
She's aesthetic, you can tell by her hair
Puffing them dead guys in the air
Bitch I'm a villain, come check out the lair
I stack up my money, only got one life so I'm living it up
No, I ain't done with them dead guys, so I'm digging them up
I got some crips, I got some bloods
I got some chips, I got some dubs
I'm in the Jungle, if money be growing on trees, then I'm gonna be sticking it up
Got guap on me
So you know them hoe ass thots on me
Young nigga, pop out, got Glock on me
My squad got shooters, gonna pop for me, yeah, yeah
Get dropped for free
Give a nigga a two-piece, my shots hold three
Who better than? Nan nigga I can see
Posted up on the block where the choppers be
Yeah, yeah
H.O.G.
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My money's skydiving
Throw the money up, skydive it
We be dropping their top like they're skydiving
If I pull it out she'll suck the life out of it
If you get jammed bro, don't trip, we're gonna fight out of it
All of this cheese, bet I'll get some mice out of it
Ghost Glock, leather gloves, I ain't even tripping, they won't find out about it
Yeah I cheat, I like girls, I just make sure they don't find out about it
Missing my dead guys, I'd rather smoke weed, I don't wanna talk about it
So I hit up the plug
Niggas broke, and I needed buzz
Stopped smoking and turned into a plug
Bitch I ain't throwing no one's, strippers in the 'V
Baby come and get you a dub
I know
"You got the sauce" I know
She be like "Baby, I'm falling in love"
I be like "Shorty, I know"
I be trying to get alone time,
But the ops go where ever I go
I be chilling with my side bitches
'Cause my main bitches are models
Jackie Chan, kick back with the gang
Jackie Chan, can't stunt on my name
I ain't doing this shit for the fame
Sipping on lean, she's doing cocaine
No TuPac, I got them Birdies in my ear
They tell a nigga "Go hard," huh
Bro call me, I pick up laughing
He say we rich, I'm like "On God"
On Devil, nigga
Put some respect on my demons, I ain't talking music, rocking heavy metal, nigga
12's on my ass, pounds in the car, zooming, I'm gonna push the pedal, nigga
Skywalker OG, Wedding Cake, it's a pair
She's aesthetic, you can tell by her hair
Puffing them dead guys in the air
Bitch I'm a villain, come check out the lair
I stack up my money, only got one life so I'm living it up
No, I ain't done with them dead guys, so I'm digging them up
I got some crips, I got some bloods
I got some chips, I got some dubs
I'm in the Jungle, if money be growing on trees, then I'm gonna be sticking it up
Got guap on me
So you know them hoe ass thots on me
Young nigga, pop out, got Glock on me
My squad got shooters, gonna pop for me, yeah, yeah
Get dropped for free
Give a nigga a two-piece, my shots hold three
Who better than? Nan nigga I can see
Posted up on the block where the choppers be
Yeah, yeah
H.O.G.
Throw the money up, skydive it
We be dropping their top like they're skydiving
If I pull it out she'll suck the life out of it
If you get jammed bro, don't trip, we're gonna fight out of it
All of this cheese, bet I'll get some mice out of it
Ghost Glock, leather gloves, I ain't even tripping, they won't find out about it
Yeah I cheat, I like girls, I just make sure they don't find out about it
Missing my dead guys, I'd rather smoke weed, I don't wanna talk about it
So I hit up the plug
Niggas broke, and I needed buzz
Stopped smoking and turned into a plug
Bitch I ain't throwing no one's, strippers in the 'V
Baby come and get you a dub
I know
"You got the sauce" I know
She be like "Baby, I'm falling in love"
I be like "Shorty, I know"
I be trying to get alone time,
But the ops go where ever I go
I be chilling with my side bitches
'Cause my main bitches are models
Jackie Chan, kick back with the gang
Jackie Chan, can't stunt on my name
I ain't doing this shit for the fame
Sipping on lean, she's doing cocaine
No TuPac, I got them Birdies in my ear
They tell a nigga "Go hard," huh
Bro call me, I pick up laughing
He say we rich, I'm like "On God"
On Devil, nigga
Put some respect on my demons, I ain't talking music, rocking heavy metal, nigga
12's on my ass, pounds in the car, zooming, I'm gonna push the pedal, nigga
Skywalker OG, Wedding Cake, it's a pair
She's aesthetic, you can tell by her hair
Puffing them dead guys in the air
Bitch I'm a villain, come check out the lair
I stack up my money, only got one life so I'm living it up
No, I ain't done with them dead guys, so I'm digging them up
I got some crips, I got some bloods
I got some chips, I got some dubs
I'm in the Jungle, if money be growing on trees, then I'm gonna be sticking it up
Got guap on me
So you know them hoe ass thots on me
Young nigga, pop out, got Glock on me
My squad got shooters, gonna pop for me, yeah, yeah
Get dropped for free
Give a nigga a two-piece, my shots hold three
Who better than? Nan nigga I can see
Posted up on the block where the choppers be
Yeah, yeah
H.O.G.
Writer: David Campbell
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