Ape

Co
(Yeah nigga southside lock the Benz in this mothafucker)
Hey Macro
(Real niggas in this mothafucker)
Ya dig?
Co
Legendary shit, nigga
Hey Mo (hey Mo)
Hey, hey Richie

Trap goin' ape
Racks goin' ape
Wrists goin' ape
Bricks goin' ape
Drugs goin' ape
Drugs goin' ape
Club goin' ape
Club goin' ape

When you gettin' to that money, niggas gon' hate
Man fuck what the haters think (fuck 'em)
I'm blowing money like I robbed a bank (robbed a bank)
I'm blowing money like I robbed a bank (Richie)

My dogs just whipped a chicken with a egg beater
Thirty three for a señorita (señorita), neck and wrist icy like a margarita (margarita)
In California smokin' on some Tiva (Richie)

We on another level that you can't reach it (hey)
All my niggas ballin', boy you sittin' in the bleachers
Your bitch just gave me neck and then she bought my single
We sellin' drugs and blowin' gas like it's legal (like it's legal)
I just beat that pussy up like I like you, Tina
A twenty for a show, a milli for a feature
My pockets are so chubby just like Queen Latifah (Queen Latifah)
You think you get it lower, but we get it cheaper

Trap goin' ape
Racks goin' ape
Wrists goin' ape
Bricks goin' ape
Drugs goin' ape
Drugs goin' ape
Club goin' ape
Club goin' ape

When you gettin' to that money, niggas gon' hate
Man fuck what the haters think (fuck 'em)
I'm blowing money like I robbed a bank (robbed a bank)
I'm blowing money like I robbed a bank (2 Chainz)

Bathin' apes on top of bathin' apes
Drug money in collection plates
Lord forgive me, I'm a hustler baby (hustler baby)
All these chains 'bout to suffocate me

Rubber band Mr Fantastic
Used to sleep on an air mattress
If you bought a car before you bought a crib
I'ma tell you that's ass backwards
Main bitch, water
This ape shit, water
Daughter earrings, water
All my 16's, boring

Lennox fifths, Benny's shrimp
Lobster Rasta, Rosa Acosta
Blowing money fast, free Big Meech
Ran 12 of 'em, call it pig feet

Trap goin' ape
Racks goin' ape
Wrists goin' ape
Bricks goin' ape
Drugs goin' ape
Drugs goin' ape
Club goin' ape
Club goin' ape

When you gettin' to that money, niggas gon' hate
Man fuck what the haters think
I'm blowing money like I robbed a bank
I'm blowing money like I robbed a bank

Your bitch, we goin' ape
Put your Benz on the double tape
Feel super
That was the plan with this Southside shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
We on some P shit, you know?
You know how I go
We come in peace
We leave your punk ass in the peace
True



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Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Reuben Houston
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