Duffy
200K stuffed in a Louis
I ain't come to play with you niggas this summer I promise to god ima lose it
I came for the profit
Just tell me who got it
Cuz I ain't the one for excuses
Niggas been thinking that this shit is sweet just cuz I been in touch with the music
I ain't the one to be clueless
I know about it
Yeah I know about it
If you talking money I never switch topics
Just know when I'm talking I'm makin deposits
Man this ain't no rhythm and blues shit
This is that fuckin yo bitch in the trap
Yo bitch in the celly she givin it all so don't try to tell me bout loose lips
Ran up a check off of makin executive moves and makin my music
Even had labels try offering deals off of showing em half of the blueprint
I ain't the one to be fuckin with talking that shit and I'm leaving em toothless
Check in the mail ain't even touch down and you see that I'm back on my bullshit
When they start talking bout you you're poppin
If they ain't doin that then they're watchin
If it ain't one of them then they're plottin
200k stuffed in a duffy
Cuz I know they watchin my pockets I'm out in Houston with Lucky
But it wasn't luck how I got it
I LouisV duffle the closet
Ha
200K stuffed in a Louis
I ain't come to play with you niggas this summer I promise to god ima lose it
I came for the profit just tell me who got it cuz I ain't the one for excuses
Niggas been thinkin that this shit is sweet
I heard his shit and was falling asleep
Niggas be talkin but their shit is weak
Ain't no comparison
I know I'm arrogant
Feeling myself there he goes with the hair again
Double back that's gon sound like a snare again
Had to make it man this shit was imperative
It wasn't fair to em
Diamonds dancin had to stop and just stare at em
Earlobes had to 24 carrot em
My sons got a hell of an inheritance
I just checked in at the Sheraton
I don't do features with niggas they don't hit me up cuz they say that I'm scaring them
I stepped out and put my hand in the box
Pulled out what I'm planning to drop
Hella new shit on the way better figure out if you can manage or not
Tell em this
Tell em dat
I got shit
In a bag
Keep the stick
So I never lack
Where you at
Why I gotta ask
Oh you big baking but got fronted that
Paid cash so I'm done with that
So even if I smoke the whole pack
Ima come back if I fuck with that
Ha
200K stuffed in a Louis
I ain't come to play with you niggas this summer I promise to god ima lose it
I came for the profit
Just tell me who got it
Cuz I ain't the one for excuses
Niggas been thinking that this shit is sweet just cuz I been in touch with the music
I ain't come to play with you niggas this summer I promise to god ima lose it
I came for the profit
Just tell me who got it
Cuz I ain't the one for excuses
Niggas been thinking that this shit is sweet just cuz I been in touch with the music
I ain't the one to be clueless
I know about it
Yeah I know about it
If you talking money I never switch topics
Just know when I'm talking I'm makin deposits
Man this ain't no rhythm and blues shit
This is that fuckin yo bitch in the trap
Yo bitch in the celly she givin it all so don't try to tell me bout loose lips
Ran up a check off of makin executive moves and makin my music
Even had labels try offering deals off of showing em half of the blueprint
I ain't the one to be fuckin with talking that shit and I'm leaving em toothless
Check in the mail ain't even touch down and you see that I'm back on my bullshit
When they start talking bout you you're poppin
If they ain't doin that then they're watchin
If it ain't one of them then they're plottin
200k stuffed in a duffy
Cuz I know they watchin my pockets I'm out in Houston with Lucky
But it wasn't luck how I got it
I LouisV duffle the closet
Ha
200K stuffed in a Louis
I ain't come to play with you niggas this summer I promise to god ima lose it
I came for the profit just tell me who got it cuz I ain't the one for excuses
Niggas been thinkin that this shit is sweet
I heard his shit and was falling asleep
Niggas be talkin but their shit is weak
Ain't no comparison
I know I'm arrogant
Feeling myself there he goes with the hair again
Double back that's gon sound like a snare again
Had to make it man this shit was imperative
It wasn't fair to em
Diamonds dancin had to stop and just stare at em
Earlobes had to 24 carrot em
My sons got a hell of an inheritance
I just checked in at the Sheraton
I don't do features with niggas they don't hit me up cuz they say that I'm scaring them
I stepped out and put my hand in the box
Pulled out what I'm planning to drop
Hella new shit on the way better figure out if you can manage or not
Tell em this
Tell em dat
I got shit
In a bag
Keep the stick
So I never lack
Where you at
Why I gotta ask
Oh you big baking but got fronted that
Paid cash so I'm done with that
So even if I smoke the whole pack
Ima come back if I fuck with that
Ha
200K stuffed in a Louis
I ain't come to play with you niggas this summer I promise to god ima lose it
I came for the profit
Just tell me who got it
Cuz I ain't the one for excuses
Niggas been thinking that this shit is sweet just cuz I been in touch with the music
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremiah Argudin
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