Lyrics

Aye aye 22 aye Fat wood wit the lumps, aye shopping for the dumps Out his neck man I know that boy a punk aye thought she was the Fat wood with the lumps Mari shopping for the dumps He just talking out his neck man I know that boy a punk The way she gave me head man I thought she was the one In the car with a K I ain't never had a pump Aim it out the window, I ain't gotta hit the trunk I woke up to get money you woke up to be a bum Millionaire mindset cause I know I'm worth sum Decline a bitch call she just probably want sum If niggas think they slick Man it's cool we gon' trim in the streets With the kids hooping in my Ralph Simmons When I was they age I had looked up to the dealer Niggas on street spins coming through the hood trippin' Could've looked up to the doctor Shit but that ain't what I'm seeing All I see is hand to hands a lot of money in there reeking A lot of niggas fake and you ain't real I can see it I like bougie bitches yeah the ones who conceded I'm tryna see what's better baby you or the juice I thought I wanted you but I ain't see the whole crew They don't know about them struggles you not pieced like my boo When she give it to me Ima treat it like a deuce Meir smoking moon rock I'm so high it ain't cool Big Wam-Bam if you try a true fool My dog with me on it but I told him play it cool Perc playing with my mood I was cool now I'm rude Fat wood with the lumps Mari shopping for the dumps He just talking out his neck man I know that boy a punk The way she gave me head man I thought she was the one In the car with a K I ain't never had a pump Aim it out the window I ain't gotta hit the trunk I woke up to get money you woke up to be a bum Millionaire mindset cause I know I'm worth sum Decline a bitch call she just probably want sum I'm a star and point guard you not even six-man Boy don't try to mug me you better hold yo bitch hand Boy don't throw yo life away trying to make some quick bands I'm watching Elmo wit Cam counting some quick bands It's fresh out the fridge dig it in some quicksand My boy play with drums like he in a rock band When she get on top she gon' hold on my hands If you get the safe code can you not steal my bands Met her walking out of Gucci but I come to think she knew me When she walked away from me she was hooded down in Louie Soon as I walked down I was staring at her booty My nigga call with the juicy Kush bring it to me I was fucking with yo bitch but that hoe a bad habit She ain't hold the door for me man this bitch got no manners Smoking good cookie while I'm all up in traffic I feel disrespect and its gonna be all action Fat wood with the lumps, shopping for the dumps Talking out his neck man I know that boy a punk The way she gave me man I thought she was the one Aye, I ain't never had a Hit the trunk, aye you woke up to be a bum Worth sum, aye she just probably want sum
Writer(s): Jaelin Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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