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What it feel like What it look like What it be like They ain't gotta like it, they just gotta live with it Got my money working, you know what I did with it Take it to the field, treat it like a coin toss Girl I got it covered, I'm a Loui-Loincloth But he ain't really with the gang, that's a fact Had baby doing something strange for the snap Ride around the county with her face in my lap Keep it 101, this ain't the place for the cap I ain't got the minutes for the "Who said what?" Probably another digits on a goose egg hunt 'Bout to take a quarter to the ball cap later Testing goofys double, I need all that paper I be making plays, call me head coach Xavy Eggplant emoji to me bread loaf baby Trade a couple dollars for some yen and a flight IPhones off hoe, I'm in for the night 40 on me wildin' on me waistline (Yeah) Talking 'bout some money on me facetime (Yeah) Stack it up and scale it up and flip it all (Yeah) High stepping baby, I don't trip at all Hunnids on me lighten up me work load (Yeah) Still be getting to it when the work slow (Yeah) Count it out and seal it up and ship it all (Yeah) High stepping baby I don't trip at all Look, I been living high, let me bask in the shit Shorty on a juice cleanse, ass getting thick Tally up the tokens, let me ball for the winner Squat with me, I'ma fit 'em all in a sprinter Up late looking for the scalp trade setup Only two types, either fed or you fed up Lemon lime kush from the coast with a potion Calculate the risk, I don't move with emotion Fuck how you felt, but it is what it is Insurance plan, leave a meal for the kids Truth in the blood, got G's in the family First seen a hunnid abouta P's in the pantry Pounding on and I'm puttin' and I'm hopping in a ship They know that I came to get it poppin' off the rip Business over brunch, and it came with mimosas All about the bread, so I came with the toaster 40 on me wildin' on me waistline (Yeah) Talking 'bout some money on me facetime (Yeah) Stack it up and scale it up and flip it all (Yeah) High stepping baby, I don't trip at all Hunnids on me lighten up me work load (Yeah) Still be getting to it when the work slow (Yeah) Count it out and seal it up and ship it all (Yeah) High stepping baby I don't trip at all What it feel like What it look like What it be like
Writer(s): Michael Xavier Westerfield, Anthony Jharee Hollingshed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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