Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tamarik Marquez Pope
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm fly like a feather and cold like the weather
And I'm wit my dawg so you know how I'm flocking
Getting this money can't help how I pop shit
Walk-in this building they know I got options
Ima hop the pussy like I'm in a mosh pit
They know who get it these niggas be flodgin
They want me to fail they want me to stop it
but fuck being humble I ain't never been modest
I seen how you coming
No you can't take nun from me
Tried to play me like I was dummy
Get a new bitch put dick in her stomach
Got cramps in my fingers from counting these Hunids (these hunids)
If you not getting money my nigga you bummy
Yea
Yea
Yeaaaaa
She love it when I talk my shit
But I only love her when she suck dick
Remember them days I was hopping over fence
I ain't had shit but a pocket full of lent
Now I'm turning up
Money well spent
Taxing so hard they thought they was skimped
Went through hard times make nigga wanna give in
I be so high I be fly like pigeon
Yea
Yea
I be so high I be fly like a pigeon
Smoking on strong I ain't smoke no midget yuh
Tell nigga back back Nigga before I flash out
Get me in that mood and I might just crash out
All of my hoes they should be friends now
Cause they know im winning i swear that it hands down
Got no time for no bitch no Time for no hoe
Getting these digits got too much dough
They pass me the ball they know ima score
Writer(s): Tamarik Pope
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