Gucci fur coat, he ain't getting dough, he ain't getting, Gucci fur coat Gucci fur coat, he ain't getting dough, He ain't getting dough
He don want money no mo
He don want money no mo
Why you dont want money no mo
He don want money no mo
Run up the block for show, he movin' too fast, he fold
He wanna run up we taggin his toe, you want a bag get a bag on the road
He talkin' shit so I'm baggin his hoe, i disappeared now I'm back in this hoe
I'm gettin' money, I'm trappin' and rappin' aint worried about shit, bitch, I got it for show
We pull up on him, we slide in the door, I was a jit when I copped me a bowl
Bitch, I'm the shit like a toilet bowl, my big dawg told me don't worry about a bitch
But I ain't worried about shit, cause I already know, yeah
Bitch get on my ear, yeah, you don't know shit, you ain't on shit
I feel like John Wick, you on some hoe shit, bitch, I'm on tip, I make the dope flip
They say money don't buy you happiness, but I hate being broke
I been dropping racks, still savin' up more
I scream on beats, I don't rap like J. Cole
If I go out of town, then I bring money home
Let's go band for band, put that shit on the flo
He crashed out, tryna get him some money
Now he don't even want money no more
Now he don't think shit funny no more
Shit get real, then you get in that mode
Shift gears, now that nigga losing control
What you gon' do when your heart turns cold
I'm tapped into the Matrix codes
What's the next move, cause the shit getting old
Besides my money, ain't shit gon' fold
He ain't gon' stop till his wrist don't froze
He ain't worried bout shit, but a big bank roll
He don want money no mo
He don want money no mo
Why you dont want money no mo
He don want money no mo
Run up the block for show, he movin' too fast, he fold
He wanna run up we taggin his toe, you want a bag get a bag on the road
He talkin' shit so I'm baggin his hoe, i disappeared now I'm back in this hoe
I'm gettin' money, I'm trappin' and rappin' aint worried about shit, bitch, I got it for show
We pull up on him, we slide in the door, I was a jit when I copped me a bowl
Bitch, I'm the shit like a toilet bowl, my big dawg told me don't worry about a bitch
But I ain't worried about shit, cause I already know, yeah
Bitch get on my ear, yeah
You don't know shit
You ain't on shit
I feel like John Wick
You on some hoe shit
Bitch, I'm on tip
I make the dope flip
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Gucci fur coat, he ain't getting dough, he ain't getting, Gucci fur coat Gucci fur coat, he ain't getting dough, He ain't getting dough
He don want money no mo
He don want money no mo
Why you dont want money no mo
He don want money no mo
Run up the block for show, he movin' too fast, he fold
He wanna run up we taggin his toe, you want a bag get a bag on the road
He talkin' shit so I'm baggin his hoe, i disappeared now I'm back in this hoe
I'm gettin' money, I'm trappin' and rappin' aint worried about shit, bitch, I got it for show
We pull up on him, we slide in the door, I was a jit when I copped me a bowl
Bitch, I'm the shit like a toilet bowl, my big dawg told me don't worry about a bitch
But I ain't worried about shit, cause I already know, yeah
Bitch get on my ear, yeah, you don't know shit, you ain't on shit
I feel like John Wick, you on some hoe shit, bitch, I'm on tip, I make the dope flip
They say money don't buy you happiness, but I hate being broke
I been dropping racks, still savin' up more
I scream on beats, I don't rap like J. Cole
If I go out of town, then I bring money home
Let's go band for band, put that shit on the flo
He crashed out, tryna get him some money
Now he don't even want money no more
Now he don't think shit funny no more
Shit get real, then you get in that mode
Shift gears, now that nigga losing control
What you gon' do when your heart turns cold
I'm tapped into the Matrix codes
What's the next move, cause the shit getting old
Besides my money, ain't shit gon' fold
He ain't gon' stop till his wrist don't froze
He ain't worried bout shit, but a big bank roll
He don want money no mo
He don want money no mo
Why you dont want money no mo
He don want money no mo
Run up the block for show, he movin' too fast, he fold
He wanna run up we taggin his toe, you want a bag get a bag on the road
He talkin' shit so I'm baggin his hoe, i disappeared now I'm back in this hoe
I'm gettin' money, I'm trappin' and rappin' aint worried about shit, bitch, I got it for show
We pull up on him, we slide in the door, I was a jit when I copped me a bowl
Bitch, I'm the shit like a toilet bowl, my big dawg told me don't worry about a bitch
But I ain't worried about shit, cause I already know, yeah
Bitch get on my ear, yeah
You don't know shit
You ain't on shit
I feel like John Wick
You on some hoe shit
Bitch, I'm on tip
I make the dope flip
He don want money no mo
He don want money no mo
Why you dont want money no mo
He don want money no mo
Run up the block for show, he movin' too fast, he fold
He wanna run up we taggin his toe, you want a bag get a bag on the road
He talkin' shit so I'm baggin his hoe, i disappeared now I'm back in this hoe
I'm gettin' money, I'm trappin' and rappin' aint worried about shit, bitch, I got it for show
We pull up on him, we slide in the door, I was a jit when I copped me a bowl
Bitch, I'm the shit like a toilet bowl, my big dawg told me don't worry about a bitch
But I ain't worried about shit, cause I already know, yeah
Bitch get on my ear, yeah, you don't know shit, you ain't on shit
I feel like John Wick, you on some hoe shit, bitch, I'm on tip, I make the dope flip
They say money don't buy you happiness, but I hate being broke
I been dropping racks, still savin' up more
I scream on beats, I don't rap like J. Cole
If I go out of town, then I bring money home
Let's go band for band, put that shit on the flo
He crashed out, tryna get him some money
Now he don't even want money no more
Now he don't think shit funny no more
Shit get real, then you get in that mode
Shift gears, now that nigga losing control
What you gon' do when your heart turns cold
I'm tapped into the Matrix codes
What's the next move, cause the shit getting old
Besides my money, ain't shit gon' fold
He ain't gon' stop till his wrist don't froze
He ain't worried bout shit, but a big bank roll
He don want money no mo
He don want money no mo
Why you dont want money no mo
He don want money no mo
Run up the block for show, he movin' too fast, he fold
He wanna run up we taggin his toe, you want a bag get a bag on the road
He talkin' shit so I'm baggin his hoe, i disappeared now I'm back in this hoe
I'm gettin' money, I'm trappin' and rappin' aint worried about shit, bitch, I got it for show
We pull up on him, we slide in the door, I was a jit when I copped me a bowl
Bitch, I'm the shit like a toilet bowl, my big dawg told me don't worry about a bitch
But I ain't worried about shit, cause I already know, yeah
Bitch get on my ear, yeah
You don't know shit
You ain't on shit
I feel like John Wick
You on some hoe shit
Bitch, I'm on tip
I make the dope flip
Writer: Shawn Garvy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid