Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corry Alexander
Songwriter
Lyrics
Man Im supposed to drop in like 3 weeks
This shit last minute
But peep
Pass me the rock ball out
Me and my niggas we never gone do what fall out
He fronted his move he got called out
I never was short but my money is tall now
Humbly flex and I floss now
I den came up from the ground lil bitch ima boss now
Fuck with my money get crossed out
I spent alotta time on my ass but I got the sauce now
I seen a lotta niggas poppin tags and I was just assed out
But nowadays I got some cash cows
Money in the front from the background
Just wait til they paying me for the sound
Man i need a dollar for every noun
Its Saturday im finna get me a pound
I got a plug and he coming straight from outta town
Its 7:00 and he called said he en route
Trap boomin shit it might be gone on touchdown
Pass me the rock ball out
Me and my niggas we never gone do what fall out
He fronted his move he got called out
I never was short but my money is tall now
Humbly flex and I floss now
I den came up from the ground lil bitch ima boss now
Fuck with my money get crossed out
Im not a rapper I talk on a beat
This shit is poetry honestly
He want some haikus pay me the fee
And he in my studio no it aint free
This nigga stinks he need some febreeze
Aint no back and forth I aint saying my piece
Ima just roll up some weed in a leaf
And give em the boot cause im finna cook up some heat
General Borris checking in
Give yall a lil bit of Borris
Switch it up I cant get boring
Every song that I make its a bucket im scoring
Turbo the whip the engine is roaring
Stomp on the gas yeah the pedal im flooring
The inside the coupe it is orange
High out my mind im soaring
Pass me the rock ball out
Me and my niggas we never gone do what fall out
He fronted his move he got called out
I never was short but my money is tall now
Humbly flex and I floss now
I den came up from the ground lil bitch ima boss now
Fuck with my money get crossed out
Lil Borris is back
Im finna go attack
I need a stash for the stacks
I need a house for the racks
And i need a jet to relax
And im finna get me a island that shit is a fact
Wake up one day and its racks in my lap
Ima get rich off of the rap
Ima get rich off of the rap
Writer(s): Corry Alexander
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