Hook Pull up to the place and make it pop My Jigga said I think that the moneys dropped Now Rebecca's on my cell because she knows I get the gwop Baby did you know that I'm a boss I'm a turn these dickheads into dust Shit then…. Money bopping when I step, lets make it lit then Cause I grew up in the gutter with some sick men Why's everyone on twitter tryna diss men
Verse 1: JAY1 Stacking up this money, make it taller than the ceiling Slap it on the table, then I bring my Gs in Take a trip to Birmingham and meet my sweet ting Ya punk looking shit nigga, what ya dealin' Big up one wave, brudda thats the army They were fuck off party, fill it up with barbies If she's got a friend then I'm rollin' with shawty The way you lick your lip up is making me horny Kick back looking like a baller, whipping in a fast car Come a long way from the gaza Splashed a couple hundreds on my starter Baby would you rather, hit the Shard or go to Benihana This ones looking like a sweet ting, friends looking leng But she slapped me when I asked her for a threesome Say you got figures, let me see then Try to stay cool, but these dickhead yutes are giving me a reason Wait….. Hook My Jigga said I think that the moneys dropped Now Rebecca's on my cell because she knows I get the gwop Baby did you know that I'm a boss I'm a turn these dickheads into dust Shit then…. Money bopping when I step, lets make it lit then Cause I grew up in the gutter with some sick men Why's everyone on twitter tryna diss men
Verse 2: JAY1 I'm too saucy with it, bourgie with it JLC whippin, got me cruising in it You was at the top but now you're losing, init JAY1 came now your whole ting finished Ah, cah I look jiggy when I bop Big brown back bounce silly when it drops Book a flight now I'm missing with the squad Double JD and Coke got me kissing up a thot Aigh, pull up in a fat whip, bigger than yours And I ain't touching up a knife, you'll just get one to your jaw Man can make a couple bangers, cah the kids got the sauce I ain't even gotta rap, I grab the mic and I talk I come thru, hit the zoobie like whats poppin Everybody's talking greezy, but these pussies ain't on nothing Take a trip to Abu Dhabi, gyally know that JAY1 poppin' Gucci robe around my body, fore' you twist it down and buss it Hook My Jigga said I think that the moneys dropped Now Rebecca's on my cell because she knows I get the gwop Baby did you know that I'm a boss I'm a turn these dickheads into dust Shit then…. Money bopping when I step, lets make it lit then Cause I grew up in the gutter with some sick men Why's everyone on twitter tryna diss men
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