Satchels
'What's the on your neck?'
It's a couple hunnuh thousand
I wish her name was Meg
'Cuz she looking like a Stallion
A couple of my checks
And you'll catch me in a Bentley
I ain't leave no tips
Man I done, get the check please
I don't smoke no wood, but I still pull out the stick
You don't mess with me now? Well you should cuz I'm rich
She wanna buy the mall? You gotta tell me which
You can pull up with your man, when we done, you ain't his
I gotta lot to do, first things first, hit the garage
Hardest part of my day, is picking the key to what ima ride
The boo wanna look good, I gave her a chain but she kinda shy
I like the way that it shines, it matches the ring, and brings out her eyes
The homies said that she a baddie, when man, they kinda right
Huh
She that kinda hood baby, she got every playa tryna slide
They can't take a joke
When I said I'm repping pesos
I ain't ever broke, my cash just stay in certain places
I don't like a fake, we gon' hit you, leave you aching
It's a pick and roll, got me ballin' like a Laker
'What's the on your neck?'
It's a couple hunnuh thousand
I wish her name was Meg
Cuz she looking like a Stallion
A couple of my checks
And you'll catch me in a Bentley
I ain't leave no tips
Man I done, get the check please
I don't smoke no wood, but I still pull out the stick
You don't mess with me now? Well you should cuz I'm rich
She wanna buy the mall? You gotta tell me which
You can pull up with your man, when we done, you ain't his
Hood baby
It's a couple hunnuh thousand
I wish her name was Meg
'Cuz she looking like a Stallion
A couple of my checks
And you'll catch me in a Bentley
I ain't leave no tips
Man I done, get the check please
I don't smoke no wood, but I still pull out the stick
You don't mess with me now? Well you should cuz I'm rich
She wanna buy the mall? You gotta tell me which
You can pull up with your man, when we done, you ain't his
I gotta lot to do, first things first, hit the garage
Hardest part of my day, is picking the key to what ima ride
The boo wanna look good, I gave her a chain but she kinda shy
I like the way that it shines, it matches the ring, and brings out her eyes
The homies said that she a baddie, when man, they kinda right
Huh
She that kinda hood baby, she got every playa tryna slide
They can't take a joke
When I said I'm repping pesos
I ain't ever broke, my cash just stay in certain places
I don't like a fake, we gon' hit you, leave you aching
It's a pick and roll, got me ballin' like a Laker
'What's the on your neck?'
It's a couple hunnuh thousand
I wish her name was Meg
Cuz she looking like a Stallion
A couple of my checks
And you'll catch me in a Bentley
I ain't leave no tips
Man I done, get the check please
I don't smoke no wood, but I still pull out the stick
You don't mess with me now? Well you should cuz I'm rich
She wanna buy the mall? You gotta tell me which
You can pull up with your man, when we done, you ain't his
Hood baby
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Writer(s): Ryan Carter
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