I f*ck with this beat
I'm bout to run on this shit
Bad bitch and she loving my demeanor
Spanish mami and she off the cocaina
Fresh suit I just got it from the cleaner
Tinted windows you can't see John Cena
V-8 yeah, yeah I'm switching lanes (Skrrrt)
Claiming that's yo bitch
How yo bitch know my name (Ha-ha)
Claiming that you real but you faker than ya chain
I ain't playing with no nobody
Ain't no f*cking games (I ain't playing)
Pretty face, thick lips, nice ass
Ion like em basic, like my women wit some class
When we get to the spot, I know she gon let me smash
So I'm in the whip speeding, yeah I'm going fast
I'm just focused on this cash
If I don't get it, I'ma spazz
I'm still on my shit dog, you ain't gotta ask
Running up them digits, you can do the math
Never letting up I keep my foot on the gas
Young nigga on my grind
I'm bout to run that check up
I'm chilling wit a skeezer
And she bout to give that neck up
Pops wasn't at the crib so I had to step up
Flow so sick damn I think I need a checkup
Niggas move the same I'ma take a different route
If you sleeping on me bitch
Then I'ma show you what I'm about
Like Offset said they do anything for clout
Told her I'ma make it rain, ain't gon' be no drought
The way we balling you would think we was recruiting
My niggas shooting, but nah we ain't hooping
Run up in ya shit, me and my niggas get the looting
Need all them hunneds, wit the blue-face
I stack all them benjis, then I put em in the safe
Bad lil' vibe but I ain't got no time to chase
Can't forget them winters we was living wit no heat
What you make a month I said I see in a week
I'm still that same nigga, from second street
Now a nigga dripping, couple hunned on my feet
Been doing this for a while, check the statistics
My niggas moving work, yeah, we call that shit logistics
Pack it up then they ship it
Get the money then I flip it
Go off the teas, yeah, I got her getting twisted
When I'm in that pussy, yeah, she tell me I'm so gifted
This my year I'm going crazy, I'm bout to go ballistic
Bitch, I'm out
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I f*ck with this beat
I'm bout to run on this shit
Bad bitch and she loving my demeanor
Spanish mami and she off the cocaina
Fresh suit I just got it from the cleaner
Tinted windows you can't see John Cena
V-8 yeah, yeah I'm switching lanes (Skrrrt)
Claiming that's yo bitch
How yo bitch know my name (Ha-ha)
Claiming that you real but you faker than ya chain
I ain't playing with no nobody
Ain't no f*cking games (I ain't playing)
Pretty face, thick lips, nice ass
Ion like em basic, like my women wit some class
When we get to the spot, I know she gon let me smash
So I'm in the whip speeding, yeah I'm going fast
I'm just focused on this cash
If I don't get it, I'ma spazz
I'm still on my shit dog, you ain't gotta ask
Running up them digits, you can do the math
Never letting up I keep my foot on the gas
Young nigga on my grind
I'm bout to run that check up
I'm chilling wit a skeezer
And she bout to give that neck up
Pops wasn't at the crib so I had to step up
Flow so sick damn I think I need a checkup
Niggas move the same I'ma take a different route
If you sleeping on me bitch
Then I'ma show you what I'm about
Like Offset said they do anything for clout
Told her I'ma make it rain, ain't gon' be no drought
The way we balling you would think we was recruiting
My niggas shooting, but nah we ain't hooping
Run up in ya shit, me and my niggas get the looting
Need all them hunneds, wit the blue-face
I stack all them benjis, then I put em in the safe
Bad lil' vibe but I ain't got no time to chase
Can't forget them winters we was living wit no heat
What you make a month I said I see in a week
I'm still that same nigga, from second street
Now a nigga dripping, couple hunned on my feet
Been doing this for a while, check the statistics
My niggas moving work, yeah, we call that shit logistics
Pack it up then they ship it
Get the money then I flip it
Go off the teas, yeah, I got her getting twisted
When I'm in that pussy, yeah, she tell me I'm so gifted
This my year I'm going crazy, I'm bout to go ballistic
Bitch, I'm out
I'm bout to run on this shit
Bad bitch and she loving my demeanor
Spanish mami and she off the cocaina
Fresh suit I just got it from the cleaner
Tinted windows you can't see John Cena
V-8 yeah, yeah I'm switching lanes (Skrrrt)
Claiming that's yo bitch
How yo bitch know my name (Ha-ha)
Claiming that you real but you faker than ya chain
I ain't playing with no nobody
Ain't no f*cking games (I ain't playing)
Pretty face, thick lips, nice ass
Ion like em basic, like my women wit some class
When we get to the spot, I know she gon let me smash
So I'm in the whip speeding, yeah I'm going fast
I'm just focused on this cash
If I don't get it, I'ma spazz
I'm still on my shit dog, you ain't gotta ask
Running up them digits, you can do the math
Never letting up I keep my foot on the gas
Young nigga on my grind
I'm bout to run that check up
I'm chilling wit a skeezer
And she bout to give that neck up
Pops wasn't at the crib so I had to step up
Flow so sick damn I think I need a checkup
Niggas move the same I'ma take a different route
If you sleeping on me bitch
Then I'ma show you what I'm about
Like Offset said they do anything for clout
Told her I'ma make it rain, ain't gon' be no drought
The way we balling you would think we was recruiting
My niggas shooting, but nah we ain't hooping
Run up in ya shit, me and my niggas get the looting
Need all them hunneds, wit the blue-face
I stack all them benjis, then I put em in the safe
Bad lil' vibe but I ain't got no time to chase
Can't forget them winters we was living wit no heat
What you make a month I said I see in a week
I'm still that same nigga, from second street
Now a nigga dripping, couple hunned on my feet
Been doing this for a while, check the statistics
My niggas moving work, yeah, we call that shit logistics
Pack it up then they ship it
Get the money then I flip it
Go off the teas, yeah, I got her getting twisted
When I'm in that pussy, yeah, she tell me I'm so gifted
This my year I'm going crazy, I'm bout to go ballistic
Bitch, I'm out
Writer: Howard Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC