Look im bout to slide on ya ass
I aint looking at you i got my eyes on the cash
Babydaddy with me he on C-Class
Look i kill the scene dead flies on ya ass
I fill codine in my tank but imma pump 89 for the gas
Summertime niggas on the grind with the slab
Overtime nigga finna ride til he crash
Baby i ain't trynna make you laugh but call me butt head got my mind on ya ass
This aint a disguise this a mask
This aint a Nissan this a Jag
No surprise boy you know im gone spaz
All that money getting boy you know they gone ask
Aint finna play put the 40 on ya ass & the auti thing 240 on the dash
Yo girlfriend know we got bags
Got her in the hotel shorty getting smashed
It's just me & my niggas having a blast
Living fast buying all the things we never had
We just love stunting ween never love to brag
All us thugging we aint never had a dad
I did alot of dirt in my past
Later on it still came bit me in the ass
Lately i need hit beat with a jab
Lately i been doing shows back to back
Free jackboy Free cool
Im going hard i aint going back to school
Bob the builder younging on the corner with the tool
Swimming in the money what you doing in the pool
Took flight then i landed on the news
Playing with them bands i ain't playing by the rules
Please stop playing girl you know who we do manajatwa by the bang by the boom
This that summer jam
Go tell ya momma them
This shit make you
This Shit right here make you wanna go run up a check
This shit right here make you go put some golds in ya mouth
Or go cop or foreign or something
Or go get you some money man run up a check
Kodak bop this that money dance
Ran up a check, Get that money man
Ran up a check i be duffling
Ran up a check do the running man
Ran up a check pop them rubber bands
Ran up a check ran it up again
Ran up a check
Ran up a check
Fuck my ex i ran up a check
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