Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tracen L Wassily
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Threedog
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Big Threedog not going out sad
Don't get no sleep I got to get to the racks
These hoes way too funny
All the way til the check come in
Hey
Hey, Hey
One, Two
One, Two, Three, Four
Wrap it up, Wrap it up, These hoes act too funny
Laugh it up, Laugh it up, All the way til the check come in
You already know how I'm coming
So you better not make no assumptions
This UFO I got abducting
And ain't none of my aliens ducking
It's nothing, It's easy, I'm moving this shit so freely
These thotties, Too needy, I got them all thinking they need me
Wrap it up, Wrap it up
Wrap it up, Wrap it up
Wrap it up, Wrap it up
Wrap it up, Wrap it up(Hold on hold on, yuh)
Roll up a J' like a yoga mat
Pull it out, light it up, right in the laundromat
I be so high up, don't know where the ceiling at
But I be standing my ground, ain't no folding back
You want your soul, you better come get it back
All of that smoke that you bring, I'm inhaling that
You paying for pussy, you don't got no shame in it
You gotta be smart cause I'm done with explaining it
Hey, told her lets link up, mmm, crochet
Told her let me hit tonight, croquet
Can I hit raw? She said Okay
Told her I'm a dog don't throw no shade
Huh, Huh
Throw me a bone
Do it way better when I'm on my own
They say that they love me but It's never shown
It's okay cause a dude too grown
Fuck her like I love her but I know I don't
Flex like i got money but I know I don't
Shorty wanna fuck backstage at a show
Told her I don't do that shit no more
Maybe I'll do it if you got a little dough
Maybe I'll do it if you got it on go
Maybe I'll do it I'll take it then go
Now you got tickets backstage front row
Wrap it up, Wrap it up, These hoes act too funny
Laugh it up, Laugh it up, All the way til the check come in
You already know how I'm coming
So you better not make no assumptions
This UFO I got abducting
And ain't none of my aliens ducking
It's nothing, It's easy, I'm moving this shit so freely
These thotties, Too needy, I got them all thinking they need me
Wrap it up, Wrap it up
Wrap it up, Wrap it up
Wrap it up, Wrap it up
Wrap it up, Wrap it up
Wrap it up, Stack it up, Pack it up
Stash that shit
Clap it up, Back it up, Ran it up
Fast as shit
Said he's not enemy, but he's no fan of me
Knew he was fake from the jump
Bitch I've got plenty weed put him in pedigree
Hit him with a fortnight pump
Yeah, that was 200 he took to the head
I don't gotta check cause I know that he's dead
I ran it up, stashed it right under the bed
I ran it up now pockets heavy like lead
Yeah, red red, whole lot of red, wet wet, that pussy wet
I do not care baby give me that neck
I don't wanna fuck because that bitch was late
Wrap it up, Wrap it up, These hoes act too funny
Laugh it up, Laugh it up, All the way til the check come in
You already know how I'm coming
So you better not make no assumptions
This UFO I got abducting
And ain't none of my aliens ducking
It's nothing, It's easy, I'm moving this shit so freely
These thotties, Too needy, I got them all thinking they need me
Wrap it up, Wrap it up
Wrap it up, Wrap it up
Wrap it up, Wrap it up
Wrap it up, Wrap it up
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