Lyrics

Show respect to my bitch, before you come and step to me Got my name from the stove, watch me cook the recipe Played ball, fuck the streets, but I still know sesame Bitch I'm all about a check, but it ain't no checkin' me Ten toes when we roll, I'm on point like a guard Bitch I been CEO, hit my line for a job Getting money really easy, broke niggas make it hard Tuck yo chain I'm with gang, don't get swiped like a card Rolls Royce when I'm on, but for now I'm in Mazi Watch me do my Johnson dance, OG just like I'm Bobby Gotta couple white boys, down to ride call 'em Tommy Better leave them yerks alone, got 'em walkin' like a zombie Stay smart wit yo funds, don't let 'em put you out yo zone Better slow down on designer, they gone put you out that home He just said his pockets hurt, he went broke like a bone Know you gotta talk yo shit, but with me watch yo tone Pickin up the pace, I'm on the way but I'm just getting ready From the bubble, put it the box, feel like I'm switching chevys Stuff it in the bag, I almost crashed, this shit been getting heavy Suckin on me dick, she like to spit, feelin' like Andretti Said she wanna fuck, when I was down and no she never let me Give a fuck about that WAP, I'm out the way cause I just need that fetti Call me Mr. Go, when I'm on road they just gone have to catch me Now I'm in da club, we upped a dub, she said i'm actin' petty Pick that money up, pick that money up Pick that money up, pick that money up VIP wit gang we got 100 plus Told her friends to slide we got another truck Pick that money up, pick that money up Pick that money up, pick that money up VIP wit gang we got hundred plus Told her friends to slide we got another truck She my only fan, the way she ridin' dick Know we bout them bands, and we be sliding quick She love me like a plumber, I be piping shit Which one would you pick, I got all type of shit Big body the truck, it's time to buss a move Got her friend, she brought her friend, we need a double room She play my shit again, but this ain't nothin new Bussin like you bout it, know my niggas tryna buss too Took ya bitch out the states, cause she said she never been Know I had to wait my turn, now they screamin let 'em in Had that nigga lookin sick, tried to give 'em medicine Tried to slide in my DMs, she done had bout seven kids Make a nigga get low Pop 'em like it's Crisco Roley on 'em buss down, leave a nigga wrist froze Casa got 'em wavy, now he dancin' like a disco Fuck two bitches at the same time, now them bitches tryna switch roles I been in my zone, I cracked his ass for like the 10th role Say you got that shit but what the fuck them bitches hit for Tried to stick in the bitch a freak, she asked me which hole Now I'm out the door, can't fuck no more, I gotta get gone Pick that money up, pick that money up Pick that money up, pick that money up VIP wit gang we got hundred plus Told her friends to slide we got another truck Pick that money up, pick that money up Pick that money up, pick that money up VIP wit gang we got hundred plus Told her friends to slide we got another truck
Writer(s): Jamal Stovall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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