Final Introduction
JP in this bitch
Rappers gettin pissed
Bottom of the map, we out here swimmin with the fish
Cotton in my mouth, I pop a can and take a sip
Lick my hoe all on her clit
Load a clip, then hit a lick
I been
Broke, broke, broke
For too long
Then I finally got the note I had to sing a different song
Bitch tell 'em sound alarms
I'm a threat to everybody and they squad
Tell ya girl to drop her drawers
Then I get up in it raw
Shit, I never used a condom, I'm just lucky nothin wrong
Chem burns on my tongue, spliff mixture in my lungs
Spen-spendin all this money, the Motel was always fun
Grip-grippin on the pistol 'case a pussy wanna dump
They catchin bodies where I'm from
I'm just robbin 'em for funds
I just gotta get this money
I just gotta get this money
The money, the cars, the broads
Out here soakin in the sun
Mix pineapple with the rum
Fuck Trump
Tryna get in that house for ourselves
Turn it to House on the Hill
I keep an ounce on me still
See, I been ridin in this filth
Whats the deal?
I need a deal
I need a mill
I need a meal
I need a fuckin plane ticket to Beverly Hills
I need a couple pills, just to keep me heavily chill
A psychotic episode'll send me outta here
I said that I was comin
Ohhhh
I said that I was comin
Yeah yeah yeah, oh oh oh
I said that I was comin
I said, I said
I said, I said
Ohhhhh
Rappers gettin pissed
Bottom of the map, we out here swimmin with the fish
Cotton in my mouth, I pop a can and take a sip
Lick my hoe all on her clit
Load a clip, then hit a lick
I been
Broke, broke, broke
For too long
Then I finally got the note I had to sing a different song
Bitch tell 'em sound alarms
I'm a threat to everybody and they squad
Tell ya girl to drop her drawers
Then I get up in it raw
Shit, I never used a condom, I'm just lucky nothin wrong
Chem burns on my tongue, spliff mixture in my lungs
Spen-spendin all this money, the Motel was always fun
Grip-grippin on the pistol 'case a pussy wanna dump
They catchin bodies where I'm from
I'm just robbin 'em for funds
I just gotta get this money
I just gotta get this money
The money, the cars, the broads
Out here soakin in the sun
Mix pineapple with the rum
Fuck Trump
Tryna get in that house for ourselves
Turn it to House on the Hill
I keep an ounce on me still
See, I been ridin in this filth
Whats the deal?
I need a deal
I need a mill
I need a meal
I need a fuckin plane ticket to Beverly Hills
I need a couple pills, just to keep me heavily chill
A psychotic episode'll send me outta here
I said that I was comin
Ohhhh
I said that I was comin
Yeah yeah yeah, oh oh oh
I said that I was comin
I said, I said
I said, I said
Ohhhhh
Credits
Writer(s): John Marshall
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