Chasing this money from morning to evening In the night it's construction, I'm drilling
On the beat in the bitch or the garrison With finesse and I'm back on the money song
Said I woke up today with a lot on my plate Shit, I'm finna bake
Your girl on my phone and she acting all craze Nigga, come get her straight
Switching the blunt and the bong like it's Cheech and Chong
Smoking khalifa all day long This silence is loud man, this shit too strong
F*ck, I'm going home
I'm going home cause I'm higher than ever
She tagging along cause she tryna be clever Her legs in the air and they high as propellers
I make her wetter, no matter the weather
Her booty is juicy, her pussy is wet
In the winter she warming the weather She loving the loving, she drippy, she oozy
She splashing all over like it's in the shower She found me in my power hour
I gave her the deep and I gave her the power She laughing, she crying, she sweet and she sour Dick make her blush like more than I give her flowers
She like how I kiss and I lick
She say, tres bien she got french on my shit
Yeah, french on my shit carnivore diet, she beg for my meat
I know that she like me, she tryna be wifey Bitch, I'm tryna be Spike Lee, so talk to me nicely
Streets got my shit on repeat You know I got heat so she bringing the stallion knees
She twerking and smoking on trees
Hundred degrees with the heat when I'm back on the beat
These haters, I don't understand how they do Full of the lies, they don't know the truth
Accing like they can go hard in the booth Duty is service, theirs is to poo
Shit on the mic and not the one that's cool Please, take these babies back to school
And teach them again and again till they learn I am it, it is not you
Hard in the booth, effortless Catch me at the top where the records is
Methodist and my verses lit tweaking off the xans and the percocets
Buying a Jeep, yeah, I'm changing my shoe When the money coming like she do
Running to Gunnie, I'm cursing in Stu When a bitch try to f*ck with my mood
Meagan is sour, no bitch in here Good The bitches is bad is the story in hood
These bitches is bad, nobody good Cause these niggas is savages
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Chasing this money from morning to evening In the night it's construction, I'm drilling
On the beat in the bitch or the garrison With finesse and I'm back on the money song
Said I woke up today with a lot on my plate Shit, I'm finna bake
Your girl on my phone and she acting all craze Nigga, come get her straight
Switching the blunt and the bong like it's Cheech and Chong
Smoking khalifa all day long This silence is loud man, this shit too strong
F*ck, I'm going home
I'm going home cause I'm higher than ever
She tagging along cause she tryna be clever Her legs in the air and they high as propellers
I make her wetter, no matter the weather
Her booty is juicy, her pussy is wet
In the winter she warming the weather She loving the loving, she drippy, she oozy
She splashing all over like it's in the shower She found me in my power hour
I gave her the deep and I gave her the power She laughing, she crying, she sweet and she sour Dick make her blush like more than I give her flowers
She like how I kiss and I lick
She say, tres bien she got french on my shit
Yeah, french on my shit carnivore diet, she beg for my meat
I know that she like me, she tryna be wifey Bitch, I'm tryna be Spike Lee, so talk to me nicely
Streets got my shit on repeat You know I got heat so she bringing the stallion knees
She twerking and smoking on trees
Hundred degrees with the heat when I'm back on the beat
These haters, I don't understand how they do Full of the lies, they don't know the truth
Accing like they can go hard in the booth Duty is service, theirs is to poo
Shit on the mic and not the one that's cool Please, take these babies back to school
And teach them again and again till they learn I am it, it is not you
Hard in the booth, effortless Catch me at the top where the records is
Methodist and my verses lit tweaking off the xans and the percocets
Buying a Jeep, yeah, I'm changing my shoe When the money coming like she do
Running to Gunnie, I'm cursing in Stu When a bitch try to f*ck with my mood
Meagan is sour, no bitch in here Good The bitches is bad is the story in hood
These bitches is bad, nobody good Cause these niggas is savages
On the beat in the bitch or the garrison With finesse and I'm back on the money song
Said I woke up today with a lot on my plate Shit, I'm finna bake
Your girl on my phone and she acting all craze Nigga, come get her straight
Switching the blunt and the bong like it's Cheech and Chong
Smoking khalifa all day long This silence is loud man, this shit too strong
F*ck, I'm going home
I'm going home cause I'm higher than ever
She tagging along cause she tryna be clever Her legs in the air and they high as propellers
I make her wetter, no matter the weather
Her booty is juicy, her pussy is wet
In the winter she warming the weather She loving the loving, she drippy, she oozy
She splashing all over like it's in the shower She found me in my power hour
I gave her the deep and I gave her the power She laughing, she crying, she sweet and she sour Dick make her blush like more than I give her flowers
She like how I kiss and I lick
She say, tres bien she got french on my shit
Yeah, french on my shit carnivore diet, she beg for my meat
I know that she like me, she tryna be wifey Bitch, I'm tryna be Spike Lee, so talk to me nicely
Streets got my shit on repeat You know I got heat so she bringing the stallion knees
She twerking and smoking on trees
Hundred degrees with the heat when I'm back on the beat
These haters, I don't understand how they do Full of the lies, they don't know the truth
Accing like they can go hard in the booth Duty is service, theirs is to poo
Shit on the mic and not the one that's cool Please, take these babies back to school
And teach them again and again till they learn I am it, it is not you
Hard in the booth, effortless Catch me at the top where the records is
Methodist and my verses lit tweaking off the xans and the percocets
Buying a Jeep, yeah, I'm changing my shoe When the money coming like she do
Running to Gunnie, I'm cursing in Stu When a bitch try to f*ck with my mood
Meagan is sour, no bitch in here Good The bitches is bad is the story in hood
These bitches is bad, nobody good Cause these niggas is savages
Writer: Samuel Kasempa, Nephat Ngoma
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