Off the Top
Bitch
Gang gang
New ice around my neck bitch I spent a check
I'ma get this money nigga yeah you know I'ma finna flex
I just the head babygirl come here wit' yo neck
Got that money by my side nigga like Panera Bread
I'm smokin' that shit, I'm smokin' that dope
I can't breathe
I got your bitch nigga fuck her then she on her knees
My niggas pull up and we shootin' like niggas from 3
I'm not a rat nigga but never fuck wit' my cheese
I got a vibe, bitch I'm in the sky
Cause I'm smokin' on this dope and you know a nigga high
I just wanna fuck that bitch
I'ma slide right through the thighs
I'ma get that money bitch I'm sellin' chicken like Popeyes nigga
I ain't playin' I ain't playin' no fuckin' games
And I gotta couple choppas on me and they fuckin' gon mm
I fucked up, but that's alright
I get that money nigga where a nigga lay
I got that choppa and I shoot it where you stay
And I'ma get that bread bitch I get that cake
I take that money to the motherfucking bank
I got them diamonds and they wetter then a sink
She wanna fuck, I wanna fuck
But I don't want her, I don't love
Young Tae bitch I'm flyer than a dove
I got dope, I got drugs bitch you know I be the plug
And I gotta couple choppas nigga you can catch a slug
I'ma get that money bitch I'm praying to above
Niggas wanna talk, and niggas wanna speak
And I got that choppa on me and niggas leave em' weak
Ooh
Phsswhoo
Nigga play wit' I'll have a nigga shittin' like he just ate some chitterlings
Give em' no forgiveness
And I got a couple hittas and they leavin' no witness
Yes my name is Sylvy I don't know no damn Sylvic
Told that nigga work it out like fitness
I'ma get to movin' like a address get to shippin'
Bitches actin' tough I know damn well they be snitchin'
Nigga play wit' me too much I'll put on a hit list
Nigga really feel himself but I ain't got no feelings
I'ma have to tie your shoelace cause that nigga trippin'
Yes I couple of women I'm feelin' splendid
I'm the type to get a million and I won't spend it
Told that bitch that I be countin' money just for digits
Off of the top of the dome hoe it ain't written
I be smokin' on that pac
Swisher sweet swishes
Took a shot last night and that shit wasn't hittin'
Nigga tryna move me like I'm in a sit in
Keep it basic for this verse cause I'm way too gifted
Nigga didn't even say independent
Phsswhoo
Gang gang
New ice around my neck bitch I spent a check
I'ma get this money nigga yeah you know I'ma finna flex
I just the head babygirl come here wit' yo neck
Got that money by my side nigga like Panera Bread
I'm smokin' that shit, I'm smokin' that dope
I can't breathe
I got your bitch nigga fuck her then she on her knees
My niggas pull up and we shootin' like niggas from 3
I'm not a rat nigga but never fuck wit' my cheese
I got a vibe, bitch I'm in the sky
Cause I'm smokin' on this dope and you know a nigga high
I just wanna fuck that bitch
I'ma slide right through the thighs
I'ma get that money bitch I'm sellin' chicken like Popeyes nigga
I ain't playin' I ain't playin' no fuckin' games
And I gotta couple choppas on me and they fuckin' gon mm
I fucked up, but that's alright
I get that money nigga where a nigga lay
I got that choppa and I shoot it where you stay
And I'ma get that bread bitch I get that cake
I take that money to the motherfucking bank
I got them diamonds and they wetter then a sink
She wanna fuck, I wanna fuck
But I don't want her, I don't love
Young Tae bitch I'm flyer than a dove
I got dope, I got drugs bitch you know I be the plug
And I gotta couple choppas nigga you can catch a slug
I'ma get that money bitch I'm praying to above
Niggas wanna talk, and niggas wanna speak
And I got that choppa on me and niggas leave em' weak
Ooh
Phsswhoo
Nigga play wit' I'll have a nigga shittin' like he just ate some chitterlings
Give em' no forgiveness
And I got a couple hittas and they leavin' no witness
Yes my name is Sylvy I don't know no damn Sylvic
Told that nigga work it out like fitness
I'ma get to movin' like a address get to shippin'
Bitches actin' tough I know damn well they be snitchin'
Nigga play wit' me too much I'll put on a hit list
Nigga really feel himself but I ain't got no feelings
I'ma have to tie your shoelace cause that nigga trippin'
Yes I couple of women I'm feelin' splendid
I'm the type to get a million and I won't spend it
Told that bitch that I be countin' money just for digits
Off of the top of the dome hoe it ain't written
I be smokin' on that pac
Swisher sweet swishes
Took a shot last night and that shit wasn't hittin'
Nigga tryna move me like I'm in a sit in
Keep it basic for this verse cause I'm way too gifted
Nigga didn't even say independent
Phsswhoo
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