Pullin’ 4 wheelers out Fuck they talkin’ bout? I put my 4 killers out They won’t chalk ‘em out My bitches in the trap They be stylin’ in the hood Might push your wig back I’ll be pillin’ what you should
Woulda could should nigga Wish you woulda coulda figured Pussy automatic target Wish you woulda pulled the trigger Wide receivers for them keys Them niggas still cippin’ Ocho’s Columbiano dough Bitch we get it by the boatload
We squeeze it like a tupay Stand me tie me like a two piece It taste just like some koolaid Threw it back just like a bookay I’m like ladi dadi dadi But my stache just a cupadi Money prolly like a potty Pockets poppin’ like a molly
Gettin’ so much spending like there’s nothing to it Got it so I show it that’s just how I do it And this fucking money I been getting to it… All this fucking money I been getting to it…
Get a hundred grand and I be runnin’ through it Pull that pan a mirror I ‘about hop into it All this fucking money I been getting to it… All this fucking money I been getting to it…
Okay, merkin’ with berkins Bitches perpin’ I’m kerkin’ I put that work in this curtains They conversin’ I’m lurkin’Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
