1 Text
Ayo what you saying baby
I just been working at the stu ya feel me
If you finna pull up just pull up
I'ma be here all night iight 100
Come thru girl don't waste no time on it
Blow a bag for you cause I'm back on it yea yea
Why yo ex nigga watching he ain't got no stacks on it
All these racks in the duffel
Best believe a nigga flaunt it flaunt it
Diamonds bussing out the litre
Kicking game like Adidas
All these niggas copy watching hating on me
I know that they wanna be us
Tell em niggas that we 3 up
In the cut boy I'm T'd up
YSL got the C's on it
Had to throw a couple D's up
Bad bitches sucking for a dolla
Had to kick em in and out the door
Cash told me had to get the money
So a nigga back on the road
Dodging all these bitches in the city wait
Cause a nigga bout to blow
I'ont cuff em I'ma player
Shawty you should know how the game go
I put some drip on yo neck
Diamonds be getting you wet
Bitch do not get no finesse
I had to run up a check
Audemar drip for the wrist
I represent for my set
Shawty wanna gimmie neck
My shooter aiming for ya head
Mobbin
Mobbin yea yea yea yea
Mobbin yea Mmm Mmm
1 Text I'm pulling
I'm pulling up on you
Up on you
Pulling up on you
Gotta get back on the road
Trap jumping on the low
I'm running roun wit the zoe's
Bitch you know how it go
My poppa put me on the road
Had to get it on my own
Police lurking on the kid
Court cases wiretaps on the phone
Remember when you hated on me
Now these bitches always ringing down my line
Bitch you know a nigga selfish I could never ever
Give you all my time
Why they tell me that they love me
If they only know we fucking for the night
She gon bring the cameras for me buss it open pop it
Girl you ain't shy
Can't nobody understand it .38 doing damage
Mama told me I'ma savage
Cuff the money fuck a marriage
A lot of diamonds in the carriage
Niggas copy like a parrot
Rich nigga out in Paris
Dropping bombs like a terrorist
All this drip on a nigga had me CC'd up
Keep it 8 more than 92 wit me
Cause a lot of niggas keep it too 50
So you know a nigga stay keyed up
Designer down to the feet up
No key but I had the key cut
Lot of niggas wanna be us
1 Text and she finna see us yea
Yea yea yea yea yea
I just been working at the stu ya feel me
If you finna pull up just pull up
I'ma be here all night iight 100
Come thru girl don't waste no time on it
Blow a bag for you cause I'm back on it yea yea
Why yo ex nigga watching he ain't got no stacks on it
All these racks in the duffel
Best believe a nigga flaunt it flaunt it
Diamonds bussing out the litre
Kicking game like Adidas
All these niggas copy watching hating on me
I know that they wanna be us
Tell em niggas that we 3 up
In the cut boy I'm T'd up
YSL got the C's on it
Had to throw a couple D's up
Bad bitches sucking for a dolla
Had to kick em in and out the door
Cash told me had to get the money
So a nigga back on the road
Dodging all these bitches in the city wait
Cause a nigga bout to blow
I'ont cuff em I'ma player
Shawty you should know how the game go
I put some drip on yo neck
Diamonds be getting you wet
Bitch do not get no finesse
I had to run up a check
Audemar drip for the wrist
I represent for my set
Shawty wanna gimmie neck
My shooter aiming for ya head
Mobbin
Mobbin yea yea yea yea
Mobbin yea Mmm Mmm
1 Text I'm pulling
I'm pulling up on you
Up on you
Pulling up on you
Gotta get back on the road
Trap jumping on the low
I'm running roun wit the zoe's
Bitch you know how it go
My poppa put me on the road
Had to get it on my own
Police lurking on the kid
Court cases wiretaps on the phone
Remember when you hated on me
Now these bitches always ringing down my line
Bitch you know a nigga selfish I could never ever
Give you all my time
Why they tell me that they love me
If they only know we fucking for the night
She gon bring the cameras for me buss it open pop it
Girl you ain't shy
Can't nobody understand it .38 doing damage
Mama told me I'ma savage
Cuff the money fuck a marriage
A lot of diamonds in the carriage
Niggas copy like a parrot
Rich nigga out in Paris
Dropping bombs like a terrorist
All this drip on a nigga had me CC'd up
Keep it 8 more than 92 wit me
Cause a lot of niggas keep it too 50
So you know a nigga stay keyed up
Designer down to the feet up
No key but I had the key cut
Lot of niggas wanna be us
1 Text and she finna see us yea
Yea yea yea yea yea
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Writer(s): David Martin
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