Outro

Yeah I'm goin hard goin all the way
Yeah can fuck with you you niggas yall too lame
Yeah look at me the wrong way get sprayed
Yeah Got them choppers and them kays
Yeah ain't running outta amo gotta clip that go for days
Smoking on that purple haze
Yeah zone 6 is where i stay
Im posted up
Wiggle up
Gotta bad bitch she bad as fuck
Gotta bad mouth
So i had to cop her
Ice on my wrist
It's looking like a rocket
Got Blues on
Jays on my feet
Can't match my style
Tryna get like me
All this ice
It's J Money
Got bands in my pocket
Bout 10 thousand
Yeah all my hoes goin
All yo hoes boring
When i throw the money air it look like it's pouring
Yeah Im too smooth too smooth
Yeah my money goin to the moon
Yeah im looking down you buffoon
Yeah J Money back up in the booth
Back up in the booth counting racks getting xans
I was in japan while im whipping up that pan
And im beating down this pot you know im breaking down my wrist
Half a million thousand dollar chain on my bitch
Got the stick got extension with pole
I was running inside that house for whole
Whole brick whole quarter key
I flip that shit i got somewhere to be
Please hoe don't waste all of my time
Cause i could go get this shit right back for a dime
Send some shots you know yo ears ringing like chimes
And im piping down that hoe she game slime
I meant to say she gave me sloppy
In that drop top coupey you know how we drop it
Mix the bowl you know i ride around in that hot box
Glock 40 is dangerous so come n shop out
Big extension Keep a ruler clip
Ap audamar a 50 on my wrist
And that bitch was froze im kicking out yo bitch
Cause she suck me up i bust on her lil lip



Credits
Writer(s): Trabajarie & J Money
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