Lyrics

I was all in my feelings Now it's time to get & get it Now it's time to get a bag Now I'm sittin here chillin' And my mind up on a million I can see you niggas mad Ain't been home inna minute Stackin money to the ceiling I ain't even trynna brag On my own gotta get it And it ain't no limit You can see it in my swag I was all in my feelings Now it's time to get & get it Now it's time to get a bag Now I'm sittin here chillin And my mind up on a million I can see you niggas mad Ain't been home inna minute Stackin money to the ceiling I ain't even trynna brag On my own gotta get it And it ain't no limit You can see it in my swag I get the bag & I flip it Where ya bitch at I think that she missin I heard you that niggas be simpin Ask ya bitch bouta P I be pimpin You know that I'm all bout my chicken On the block I serve dope like prescription All that broke nigga shit got me itchin All that broke nigga shit got me itchin Ya bitch suckin dick I ain't ask her to top me Shit come to find out that the head game was sloppy I'm gone off them jiggas can't nobody stop me I'm stackin these bands I ain't talkin monopoly Lil baby get wet i nickname her tsunami I bust on this mic they gon listen & copy Speed racing they chasing duckin paparazzi I put my seat back while I'm blowin this broccoli I was all in my feelings Now it's time to get & get it Now it's time to get a bag Now I'm sittin here chillin And my mind up on a million I can see you niggas mad Ain't been home inna minute Stackin money to the ceiling I ain't even trynna brag On my own gotta get it And it ain't no limit You can see it in my swag I was all in my feelings Now it's time to get & get it Now it's time to get a bag Now I'm sittin here chillin And my mind up on a million I can see you niggas mad Ain't been home inna minute Stackin money to the ceiling I ain't even trynna brag On my own gotta get it And it ain't no limit You can see it in my swag Surf I tell ya bitch go to work I told yo bitch imma flirt She twerkin she goin bazerk All my niggas be moving that work Moving that work They be shooting like uzi and vert Buss a nut and she go to the curb Swerve Lemme talk my shit I be gettin to the cat But her name ain't kit Sum like Mj flu game don't miss & I don't got time If it ain't my wrist Nigga 187 on the beat like Swiss And they wanna hate me Like these niggas hate chris And my Brodie got that sack Like I just called blitz And Ya bitch full of salt bet she taste like ritz Bitch chose up now we goin for a ride 831 so I hit it from da side Trynna ride the wave I'm playin with her tide Niggas want smoke then that pressure get applied Runnin 2 da bag and I'm runnin wit a stride And you know I like chicken I ain't takin bout da fried & you Couldn't knock me down if a nigga really tried If he said I took a L then that nigga really lied bitch I was all in my feelings Now it's time to get & get it Now it's time to get a bag Now I'm sittin here chillin And my mind up on a million I can see you niggas mad Ain't been home inna minute Stackin money to the ceiling I ain't even trynna brag On my own gotta get it And it ain't no limit You can see it in my swag I was all in my feelings Now it's time to get & get it Now it's time to get a bag Now I'm sittin here chillin And my mind up on a million I can see you niggas mad Ain't been home inna minute Stackin' money to the ceiling I ain't even trynna brag On my own gotta get it And it ain't no limit You can see it in my swag
Writer(s): Tarrence Albritton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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