Lyrics

Huh, money long (Ayy), money long (Money long) Bitches dancing on the pole, ayy (Dancing on the pole, yeah) He can make it rain, but baby, I'ma make it snow (I'ma make it snow) Fall in the DOA, I'm throwin' hundreds on the floor, ayy Hundreds on the floor Stop that, bring it back (Plug!) This shit is hot (Yeah, ayy, huh) Bans Yeah, ayy Money so long, ayy, money so long (Money so long), ayy They don't know, ayy (They don't fucking know, yeah) Yung Bans make it snow (Make it snow, make it snow) I remember I was broke (I remember I was broke), ayy Now I got what these bitches want (Yeah), ayy, huh (Yeah) Money long, ayy, money long (Money long) Bitches dancing on the pole, ayy (Dancing on the pole, yeah) He can make it rain, but baby, I'ma make it snow (I'ma make it snow) Fall in the DOA, I'm throwin' hundreds on the floor, ayy Hundreds on the floor (Money so long, Plug) Remember I was broke (Yeah) Now that ice around my neck, new Cuban link, it make me choke (Link, it make me choke, yeah) 30 having too much dope, I call my woe, say ten-four (Yeah) Grab the sticks and some more (Ayy) We gon' lay him on the floor (Bans, Bans, yeah) Trips coast to coast, pop a nigga like some toast I been grinding on my own, but now I'm sitting on the throne (Ayy, ayy) Told these bitches leave me 'lone, young nigga tryna chase the gold Do you dig what I'm saying? Know you digging for some gold (You dig) Devil want my soul (Plug), I bet he don't know (I bet he don't know) Bitch, I live for this shit, it was written, I was chosen (Yeah) Lil' nigga seen it all, that's why my heart so cold Yeah, that's why my heart so cold (Heart so cold, yeah), Bans, ayy They don't know, ayy (They don't fucking know, yeah) Yung Bans make it snow (Make it snow, make it snow) I remember I was broke (I remember I was broke), ayy Now I got what these bitches want, yeah, huh Money long, ayy, money long (Money long) Bitches dancing on the pole, ayy He can make it rain, but baby, I'ma make it snow Fall in the DOA, I'm throwin' hundreds on the floor, ayy (Look) Hundreds on the floor (Plug) I'm gon' serve it out the trap, I'm gon' flip 'round, fuck these rats A lot of snakes up in the grass but I'm stepping all on ants And if this rap shit don't work then it's back to flippin' packs Remember sellin' Xanax just to make the bands flip Bitch, I'm Young Weef LaFlare, Palm Beach County Brad Pitt I got hoes all on my dick, see me runnin' counterfeits Guap don't stop, I need that check, pour a eight up off that Tech I'm a vet when you mess 'round with that TEC, bitch Diamonds do the hokey pokey, stripper booty dancin' (Plug) I'm wrappin' this, don't test this Servin' all the junkies, you know my presence a blessing Walkin' through your hood, collecting debt just like a reverend Listen, pussy nigga, you was lacking and you know it, ayy I just changed the climate, VVS's snowing Plug!
Writer(s): Vas Coleman, Cameron Pitts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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