[Hook: Shad da God] Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo Chrome stick like golf clubs All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft Party pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas from the street layin' low They heard the AMG exhaust Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss I would never trust the bitch I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss She ain't even see me geeked I refuse to take them Cartiers off
[Verse 1: Money Bag] I got that bag on me always I use to serve in them hallways Posted with niggas with long K's Keep my some niggas that gone spray Went from a deuce to a four a day Pour a four of act inside a Fanta Grape Oh girl I can't resist I love the taste Got me flexin' bankrolls in these bitches face Got them fuckin in second switchin place Top shotta, its time to celebrate Its inside but we gettin hella cake Money get tall just watch the shit elevate Broke niggas hell yeah they I'mma get what these niggas never ever make In the trap without a trap I'm forever straight LG doin a hundred on the interstate
[Hook: Shad da God] Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo Chrome stick like golf clubs All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft Part pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas from the street layin' low They heard the AMG exhaust Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss I would never trust the bitch I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss She ain't even see me geeked I refuse to take them cars exhaust
[Verse 2: Chi Chi] I was trappin out a loft Tried to cross me, I'm boss Told your bitch it was millions big Yo bitch, we don't have friends Lord knows we got alotta sins Got a couple dead homies we won't see again Gotta stack this cash for them dead friends Pull to the left, it's a dead end Shad just told me that the feds in I'm riding with AR and carbins I told Shad to be caushous We having them sticks at the offace You dieing if you just walk in Fuck nigga [?] Oops I meant he lying Niggas swag [?]
[Hook: Shad da God] Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo Chrome stick like golf clubs All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft Part pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas from the street layin' low They heard the AMG exhaust Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss I would never trust the bitch I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss She ain't even see me geeked I refuse to take them cars exhaust
[Verse 3: Shad Da God] I know what getting money about I'll bring all the pounds to the house Said lil bitch [?] Put that bitch where I fucked up her mouth A thousand trapped, had to run that car out Pints shipped to the south Hundred thousand [?] Got 90 hoes tryna fuck me for clout Bright life, brought the apples [?] Fuck beef, brought the animals out Everybody [?] [?] the hoe [?] [?] [?] Put a spell on a hoe, [?] on the floor
[Hook: Shad da God] Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo Chrome stick like golf clubs All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft Part pack takin off, party pack got the bitch goin off Everybody lock jaw, all my niggas from the street layin' low They heard the AMG exhaust Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss I would never trust the bitch I refuse to take a motherfuckin' loss She ain't even see me geeked I refuse to take them cars exhaustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
