Gotta flood up my wrist
Gotta Foreign my whip
All included my trip
All exclusive my drip
I was broke ain't have shit
My uncle had me fellin like Mitch
And the staircase smelling like piss
Can't wait till we all get Rich
Said my pockets on Rick
Ross
Copping Prada that drip
Sauce
Eating pasta no mob
Boss
Ima run it up times
Four
Ya be hating I'm not
Ya
Ya be patient I'm not
Ya
I make payments and drop
Off
Keep on playin get knocked
Off
And the coupe took the top
Off
Niggas prey on the down
Fall
I ain't smoking no out
Door
Just might f*ck her and not
Call
Do my job and then go
Only candy I got for ya nose
We was just hittin licks on the road
Now I'm tryna get rich on the road
I just might hit ya bitch on the road
Package come from the post
Jewelry cold like the snow
B.B. on me no globe
Relocating my home
Shit
I need the condo so home
Lit
Came from projects they tot
Grips
Coppers asking don't know
Shit
Louie v on my waist
And my plate gotta steak
Chasing no bitches
That paper I chase
You moving funny
I get you a erased
Don't gotta sell dummy's
I got the real thing
Now I rock main nomore true religion
I got ya bitch Ina Uber wit it
He don't get cash he be fooling with it
All this water on me like a scuba mission
Gotta flood up my wrist
Gotta Foreign my whip
All included my trip
All exclusive my drip
I was broke ain't have shit
My uncle had me fellin like Mitch
And the staircase smelling like piss
Can't wait till we all get Rich
Said my pockets on Rick
Ross
Copping Prada that drip
Sauce
Eating pasta no mob
Boss
Ima run it up times
Four
Ya be hating I'm not
Ya
Ya be patient I'm not
Ya
I make payments and drop
Off
Keep on playin get knocked
Off
Jay Cino - Knocked Off (Prod. By Fr1ny Beats) Lyrics
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Gotta flood up my wrist
Gotta Foreign my whip
All included my trip
All exclusive my drip
I was broke ain't have shit
My uncle had me fellin like Mitch
And the staircase smelling like piss
Can't wait till we all get Rich
Said my pockets on Rick
Ross
Copping Prada that drip
Sauce
Eating pasta no mob
Boss
Ima run it up times
Four
Ya be hating I'm not
Ya
Ya be patient I'm not
Ya
I make payments and drop
Off
Keep on playin get knocked
Off
And the coupe took the top
Off
Niggas prey on the down
Fall
I ain't smoking no out
Door
Just might f*ck her and not
Call
Do my job and then go
Only candy I got for ya nose
We was just hittin licks on the road
Now I'm tryna get rich on the road
I just might hit ya bitch on the road
Package come from the post
Jewelry cold like the snow
B.B. on me no globe
Relocating my home
Shit
I need the condo so home
Lit
Came from projects they tot
Grips
Coppers asking don't know
Shit
Louie v on my waist
And my plate gotta steak
Chasing no bitches
That paper I chase
You moving funny
I get you a erased
Don't gotta sell dummy's
I got the real thing
Now I rock main nomore true religion
I got ya bitch Ina Uber wit it
He don't get cash he be fooling with it
All this water on me like a scuba mission
Gotta flood up my wrist
Gotta Foreign my whip
All included my trip
All exclusive my drip
I was broke ain't have shit
My uncle had me fellin like Mitch
And the staircase smelling like piss
Can't wait till we all get Rich
Said my pockets on Rick
Ross
Copping Prada that drip
Sauce
Eating pasta no mob
Boss
Ima run it up times
Four
Ya be hating I'm not
Ya
Ya be patient I'm not
Ya
I make payments and drop
Off
Keep on playin get knocked
Off
Gotta Foreign my whip
All included my trip
All exclusive my drip
I was broke ain't have shit
My uncle had me fellin like Mitch
And the staircase smelling like piss
Can't wait till we all get Rich
Said my pockets on Rick
Ross
Copping Prada that drip
Sauce
Eating pasta no mob
Boss
Ima run it up times
Four
Ya be hating I'm not
Ya
Ya be patient I'm not
Ya
I make payments and drop
Off
Keep on playin get knocked
Off
And the coupe took the top
Off
Niggas prey on the down
Fall
I ain't smoking no out
Door
Just might f*ck her and not
Call
Do my job and then go
Only candy I got for ya nose
We was just hittin licks on the road
Now I'm tryna get rich on the road
I just might hit ya bitch on the road
Package come from the post
Jewelry cold like the snow
B.B. on me no globe
Relocating my home
Shit
I need the condo so home
Lit
Came from projects they tot
Grips
Coppers asking don't know
Shit
Louie v on my waist
And my plate gotta steak
Chasing no bitches
That paper I chase
You moving funny
I get you a erased
Don't gotta sell dummy's
I got the real thing
Now I rock main nomore true religion
I got ya bitch Ina Uber wit it
He don't get cash he be fooling with it
All this water on me like a scuba mission
Gotta flood up my wrist
Gotta Foreign my whip
All included my trip
All exclusive my drip
I was broke ain't have shit
My uncle had me fellin like Mitch
And the staircase smelling like piss
Can't wait till we all get Rich
Said my pockets on Rick
Ross
Copping Prada that drip
Sauce
Eating pasta no mob
Boss
Ima run it up times
Four
Ya be hating I'm not
Ya
Ya be patient I'm not
Ya
I make payments and drop
Off
Keep on playin get knocked
Off
Writer: Jay Cino
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