Swear to god that i'm about to snap
It's a wrap, cause i'm focused on that cash
Get a bag, you know imma bring it back imma spend it on my mama
Squad eating good and we counting counting commas
Upgrade from the minivan
In the summertime with the ceiling fan
I got a feeling like Will.I.Am
I'm gonna get me a million
Blow the bag cause I got it
All green supersonic
Chasing coin like i'm sonic in the green hill zone getting profit
What you know bout that ain't no we imma do me
Cause i got two eyes and they plotting points xyz
That's real life no fake no lie no acting
Really coming at your head
Big screen 3d
This ain't no dream
It's in my jeans
Imma reach for the pocket
I'm about to make a scene
And i'm going all in
Ain't no in between
And you know what that means
Swear to god that i'm about to snap
It's a wrap, cause i'm focused on that cash
Get a bag, you know imma bring it back imma spend it on my mama
Squad eating good and we counting counting commas
Who you know like this iced out with nothing on the wrist
Who you know like this got your girl tongue out like kiss
Who you know like this went "o" for two still don't miss
Yall really don't know
Yall been dismissed
Tell em this ain't no facade
This is the glory of god
Went down the wrong path couple times made it back just fine
But he testing my patience
Cause he know imma make it
Young legend in the making
I can not fake it
Fact is i'm built different they bite the hook you still fishin
Hands on technician
Doesn't matter how you flip it
Doesn't matter how you hear it
Fact is imma kill it
Wait, hold up
Swear to god that i'm about to snap
It's a wrap, cause i'm focused on that cash
Get a bag, you know imma bring it back imma spend it on my mama
Squad eating good and we counting counting commas
Wesley Cheatham - Snap Lyrics
Wesley Cheatham - Snap Lyrics
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Swear to god that i'm about to snap
It's a wrap, cause i'm focused on that cash
Get a bag, you know imma bring it back imma spend it on my mama
Squad eating good and we counting counting commas
Upgrade from the minivan
In the summertime with the ceiling fan
I got a feeling like Will.I.Am
I'm gonna get me a million
Blow the bag cause I got it
All green supersonic
Chasing coin like i'm sonic in the green hill zone getting profit
What you know bout that ain't no we imma do me
Cause i got two eyes and they plotting points xyz
That's real life no fake no lie no acting
Really coming at your head
Big screen 3d
This ain't no dream
It's in my jeans
Imma reach for the pocket
I'm about to make a scene
And i'm going all in
Ain't no in between
And you know what that means
Swear to god that i'm about to snap
It's a wrap, cause i'm focused on that cash
Get a bag, you know imma bring it back imma spend it on my mama
Squad eating good and we counting counting commas
Who you know like this iced out with nothing on the wrist
Who you know like this got your girl tongue out like kiss
Who you know like this went "o" for two still don't miss
Yall really don't know
Yall been dismissed
Tell em this ain't no facade
This is the glory of god
Went down the wrong path couple times made it back just fine
But he testing my patience
Cause he know imma make it
Young legend in the making
I can not fake it
Fact is i'm built different they bite the hook you still fishin
Hands on technician
Doesn't matter how you flip it
Doesn't matter how you hear it
Fact is imma kill it
Wait, hold up
Swear to god that i'm about to snap
It's a wrap, cause i'm focused on that cash
Get a bag, you know imma bring it back imma spend it on my mama
Squad eating good and we counting counting commas
It's a wrap, cause i'm focused on that cash
Get a bag, you know imma bring it back imma spend it on my mama
Squad eating good and we counting counting commas
Upgrade from the minivan
In the summertime with the ceiling fan
I got a feeling like Will.I.Am
I'm gonna get me a million
Blow the bag cause I got it
All green supersonic
Chasing coin like i'm sonic in the green hill zone getting profit
What you know bout that ain't no we imma do me
Cause i got two eyes and they plotting points xyz
That's real life no fake no lie no acting
Really coming at your head
Big screen 3d
This ain't no dream
It's in my jeans
Imma reach for the pocket
I'm about to make a scene
And i'm going all in
Ain't no in between
And you know what that means
Swear to god that i'm about to snap
It's a wrap, cause i'm focused on that cash
Get a bag, you know imma bring it back imma spend it on my mama
Squad eating good and we counting counting commas
Who you know like this iced out with nothing on the wrist
Who you know like this got your girl tongue out like kiss
Who you know like this went "o" for two still don't miss
Yall really don't know
Yall been dismissed
Tell em this ain't no facade
This is the glory of god
Went down the wrong path couple times made it back just fine
But he testing my patience
Cause he know imma make it
Young legend in the making
I can not fake it
Fact is i'm built different they bite the hook you still fishin
Hands on technician
Doesn't matter how you flip it
Doesn't matter how you hear it
Fact is imma kill it
Wait, hold up
Swear to god that i'm about to snap
It's a wrap, cause i'm focused on that cash
Get a bag, you know imma bring it back imma spend it on my mama
Squad eating good and we counting counting commas
Writer: Wesley Cheatham
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid