Field Day

Moka
Mmhmm
Ooooo
Bullets fly turning all these bitches into running backs
Scary cats
Yeah I buss a nigga out his fitted cap
Field Day
If its bout some bread I ain't come to play
Aye
If its bout that dough that's all you had to say

Hit a nigga in his neck and watch his back drop
All my bitches right behind me like a backdrop
Oh you thinking shit sweet
Ha he bet not
Nigga cant even dance
I made em pop lock
Block hot
Once you get us started we might not stop
You not cut
Choppa hit you up like some nun chucks
Wassup wit it
If its bout that cash I'm gone come get it
You hoes sickening
If its bout some dick
Then I am not tripping
Got a lot of hoes
But I am not pimping
Nine with the beam
I am not missing
I a leave yo ass stretched
You is not limping
No, ion want the tea
Bitch you not Lipton
Yeah you bitches talk too much
And ion like that, huh
Tell a hoe come find me if it's like that, Aye
She jealous than a bitch
And I got a clue
I'm the reason that her nigga a attitude
Played him like a dummy
Now he mad at you
I had to
Friend had that bag
So I had to choose
What you gone do
Niggas aint loyal
I aint either
Thought you had a fool
Kitty cat fire
Aint no dick on no pedestal
Only cash money
And I love that shit, huh
Counting dough
I put nothing above that shit
Aint no cup in my cupholder
That hold my stick
And don't brag bout that shit if you begged for it
Little bitch

Aye
Bullets fly
Turning all these bitches into running backs
Scary cats
Yeah I buss a nigga out his fitted cap
Field day
If its bout some bread I aint come to play
Aye
If its bout that dough that's all you had to say
Bullets fly
Turning all you bitches into running backs
Scary cats
Yeah I buss a nigga out his fitted cap
Field day
If its bout some bread I aint come to play
Aye
If its bout that dough that's all you had to say

All my family love me
They gone ride for me, slide for me
All my niggas love me
They'll lie for me, die for me
Aint no talking shit and tryna hide from me
Aint no mother fucking running duck and dodging me
Aye say
All my family love me
They gone ride for me, slide for me
All my niggas love me
They'll lie for me, die for me
Aint no talking shit and tryna hide from me
Aint no mother fucking running duck and dodging me
Nigga

Bullets fly
Turning all these bitches into running backs
Scary cats
Yeah I buss a nigga out his fitted cap
Field day
If its bout some bread I aint come to play
Aye
If its bout that dough that's all you had to say
Bullets fly
Turning all you bitches into running backs
Scary cats
Yeah I buss a nigga out his fitted cap
Field day
If its bout some bread I aint come to play
Aye
If its bout that dough that's all you had to say



Credits
Writer(s): Taniqua Russell
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