Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Galen Campbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
strimzy
Producer
Lyrics
This weed got me floating now I'm coasting
Wit a baddie counting money while she smoking
Keep a few bad tens and they all friends
Young jazzy wavy nigga wit his own plan
Boss nigga beat to my own drum nigga
Don't play with me I take ya love for fun nigga
But I rather count this money stack these funds nigga
Wanna put my niggas on like LeBron nigga
Eye fucking on the kid she turned on nigga
She love my smell
She asked me what's my cologne nigga
She love my voice
She said it help make her cum nigga
Better get ya lil lady for she come nigga
I'm to focused I'm to locked in
But these hating pussy niggas still talking
I must give them a little something just to chat about
Better yet I'll let their shortie tell em what I'm about
This weed got me floating now I'm coasting
Wit a baddie counting money while she smoking
Keep a few bad tens and they all friends
Young jazzy wavy nigga wit his own plan
And I don't listen so fuck a hater
You can tell when a nigga ain getting no paper
Rockin' gold smoking purp I'ma Laker
When you fuck ya girl to bad she a faker
I told ya love I like em crazy wit a lil sadity
Side boob out teasing a lil titty
Lil mama I see you cause you truly a bad one
Most niggas can't handle when they grab one
That's when I slide in
We be vibin
We be laughing at your voicemails when you crying
You exactly the type of nigga I be talkin bout
You ain got no hustle
You backwards always in a drought
This weed got me floating now I'm coasting
Wit a baddie counting money while she smoking
Keep a few bad tens and they all friends
Young jazzy wavy nigga wit his own plan
When you the man
You know that you the man
That's the type of confidence you need to run them bands
Better watch your friends fuck them yes men
You need some soldiers round you to keep you in check man
This weed got me
Damn Nate
Come on Nate
Got damn Nate
Run that shit byke Nate
Wasn't done Nate
Got dayum
This weed got me floating now I'm coasting
Wit a baddie counting money while she smoking
Keep a few bad tens and they all friends
Young jazzy wavy nigga wit his own plan
Boss nigga beat to my own drum nigga
Don't play with me I take ya love for fun nigga
But I rather count this money stack these funds nigga
Wanna put my niggas on like LeBron nigga
Wanna put my niggas on like LeBron nigga
Wanna put my niggas on like LeBron nigga
To easy nigga
Layup slap glass on a nigga
Been a bucket
Still a bucket
I swear
Writer(s): Robert Campbell
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