[Intro: Trippie Redd] We gotta keep it together don’t take it now I gotta pull it together don’t hold him down We gotta do this together don’t hold him down By myself Yeah
[Chorus: Money Man] Expressing my feelings in songs These niggas was doing me wrong She gone come to the door in a thong If you pussy you do not belong Put them Forgi’s on all of my cars Know my songs she know all of my bars Dirty pistol I keep me a charge Drop the top I be talking to God In a Wraith imma look at the stars I’m not selfish I’m feeding the squad She gone suck me with plenty of slob All this gas fuming up the garage Selling bags i dont want me a job Imma ship me some P’s in a P.O.D [?] She gone swallow me just like the Blob
[Verse 1] I can hustle I don’t have to rob You see blue when I pull out my wad Niggas foul I’m not sparing the rod Caviar fill my car up with fog Imma shark like I’m starring in Jaws Demolition I knock down the walls I need billions I ain't thinking too small So I practice the 48 Laws Niggas hate me I don’t know the cause I was pondering, I had to pause And my closet it’s just like a mall Desiger I’m having em all Like a shoelace I’m tied to the mob Niggas corny just like they a cob Imma get me a trap spot in Cobb Gotta bad bitch she rocking a bob Knew you was lame after all Niggas be itchin' them balls Dry your tears don’t sit there and sob I swear niggas just want you to fall Rocking D&G T-shirt’s and draws All these 100s they blue and they neat On a fast I ain’t ate in a week All these strains I got several seeds Rocking golds like Arabian kings I be planting Canadian seeds And my bitch wear the finest of weaves I don’t know how she got in her jeans I’m too solid this shit in my genes And these Christians be red like a B In New York I go shop like a fiend Niggas broke like they arm in a sling Took her home and we had us a fling We fuck long everytime that we link Had to go tat my body with ink Leave me alone cause I need time to think She drop water just like she a sink I got ice like a motherfucking rink Let her go she was causing a scene Cleopatra she know she a queen Selling loud from a stoop out in Queens Don’t be saying no shit you don’t mean We just fucked so we feeling relieved
[Chorus: Money Man] Expressing my feelings in songs These niggas was doing me wrong She gone come to the door in a thong If you pussy you do not belong Put them Forgi’s on all of my cars Know my songs she know all of my bars Dirty pistol I keep me a charge Drop the top I be talking to God In a Wraith imma look at the stars I’m not selfish I’m feeding the squad She gone suck me with plenty of slob All this gas fuming up the garage Selling bags i dont want me a job Imma ship me some P’s in a P.O.D [?] She gone swallow me just like the Blob
[Hook: Trippie Redd] We gotta keep it together don’t take it now I gotta pull it together don’t hold him down We gotta do this together don’t hold him down By myself YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
