Ya ya Whole lotta hoes on the timeline Ex try to hit me with the side eye Woah lil baby don't test me Hit a nigga up when you got time Designer my body on tip Water all up in my whip ya Chop it off fit on my hip ya I fuck your daughter and dip ya She ain't know she fucking with a savage Money all up in the mattress I keep it wrap in the plastic I ain't a fan of no rappers All of these niggas be Kaep-ing I ain't even tryna gas you Smoke and sip and let it marinate I ain't even tryna pass it
Ay ay I know that you keep me on your mind ya But money is the only thing I like Please come around me with the hype ya Promise you my niggas gonna slide Oh yeah 6x
Whole lotta bros with the game shit Only come around because I'm famous Oh lil baby don't test me Or come around with the lame shit I'm from the bottom of hell ya I weigh it out on a scale ya I put the work in the mail ya I know my shit finna sell ya Don't never hit a nigga on the main line Two bad bitches at the same time Money coming in like clockwork That's why always see me in a bank line I get that check and it flip uh I gotta stay on my pivot You gotta stay out my business Pussy so good Ima kiss it
Ay ay I know that you keep me on your mind ya But money is the only thing I like Please come around me with the hype ya Promise you my niggas gonna slide Oh yeah (6x) ya
I know that you keep me on y our mind ya But money is the only thing I like Please come around me with the hype ya Promise you my niggas gonna slideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
