Wish Me Well 3 Coming
KimJ with the heat
(LC)
Uh, look
Nowadays my money longer than Pinnochio nose
I remember when we used to four, four
I got a hunnid ways to get the dough
Trick a nigga out his jewelry, boy, you been a ho
R.I.P. my nigga Pat from the N.O., huh
I just gotta stay strapped, that's my M.O
I ain't never learned how to adapt around no weirdo
We gon' turn your big homie's bitch into a widow
You ain't gon' let me get my rocks off, what you here for?
Cross a nigga like hot sauce for a kilo
Last chain that a nigga bought was a kilo
Fell in love with the strip club 'cause of Kilo, huh, nasty dime
They said they want smoke, why you askin' for cancer?
Pull up in the Ghost, I nicknamed it thе Casper
You ain't never sold soap, but you claim you a trappеr
Every opp ho, I done had her
Someone stickin' dick in her bladder
See a Crown Vic, we skedaddle
See a opp bitch, we get active
Hit a top pick, we gon' draft him
Nah, I ain't gotta get up outta character
Dope money, show money, slow money better than no money
Now I gotta closet full of old money
Used to be my dawg, now you dissin' niggas, so funny
I was gon' let that shit live, but you know what
They said we hit up they crib, nigga, so what?
I pull up in all types of whips and you know it
It ain't nothin' to get a nigga zipped and you know it
That stick got some tits on that bitch and it's goin'
Name a strain off your homeboy
All this pain, I got no heart
We put K's in our Goyard
Cartier frames, I look so smart
First day she came, I got brain, that bitch so smart
Drive the Hurricane in the rain like a go-kart
Fuck her 'til she came on the gang, I'm a pornstar
Look, never used the OnStar, I know that I'm goin' far
Never used the long shot, I'm wettin' her like a loan shark on land
Tell me why these niggas quick to show they hand
Once you crossed the line, then that's where you stand
I got murder on my mind, I'm just sayin'
But I'm tryna get rich as I can, yeah
I can't be trippin' off bitches I had
When that money came in, it got good, it got bad
If it ain't about a dollar, my daughter, my son
My mom, my pops, then miss me with that
Look, I just got that Cullinan, got my seats back
I wanna see my brother win, best believe that
Uh, where the cheese at? Fettuccine
I said get a nigga whacked, they ain't even see that coming
Tried to tell these niggas Wish Me Well 3 coming
I tried to tell these niggas Wish Me Well 3 coming, yeah
Bitch!
(LC)
Uh, look
Nowadays my money longer than Pinnochio nose
I remember when we used to four, four
I got a hunnid ways to get the dough
Trick a nigga out his jewelry, boy, you been a ho
R.I.P. my nigga Pat from the N.O., huh
I just gotta stay strapped, that's my M.O
I ain't never learned how to adapt around no weirdo
We gon' turn your big homie's bitch into a widow
You ain't gon' let me get my rocks off, what you here for?
Cross a nigga like hot sauce for a kilo
Last chain that a nigga bought was a kilo
Fell in love with the strip club 'cause of Kilo, huh, nasty dime
They said they want smoke, why you askin' for cancer?
Pull up in the Ghost, I nicknamed it thе Casper
You ain't never sold soap, but you claim you a trappеr
Every opp ho, I done had her
Someone stickin' dick in her bladder
See a Crown Vic, we skedaddle
See a opp bitch, we get active
Hit a top pick, we gon' draft him
Nah, I ain't gotta get up outta character
Dope money, show money, slow money better than no money
Now I gotta closet full of old money
Used to be my dawg, now you dissin' niggas, so funny
I was gon' let that shit live, but you know what
They said we hit up they crib, nigga, so what?
I pull up in all types of whips and you know it
It ain't nothin' to get a nigga zipped and you know it
That stick got some tits on that bitch and it's goin'
Name a strain off your homeboy
All this pain, I got no heart
We put K's in our Goyard
Cartier frames, I look so smart
First day she came, I got brain, that bitch so smart
Drive the Hurricane in the rain like a go-kart
Fuck her 'til she came on the gang, I'm a pornstar
Look, never used the OnStar, I know that I'm goin' far
Never used the long shot, I'm wettin' her like a loan shark on land
Tell me why these niggas quick to show they hand
Once you crossed the line, then that's where you stand
I got murder on my mind, I'm just sayin'
But I'm tryna get rich as I can, yeah
I can't be trippin' off bitches I had
When that money came in, it got good, it got bad
If it ain't about a dollar, my daughter, my son
My mom, my pops, then miss me with that
Look, I just got that Cullinan, got my seats back
I wanna see my brother win, best believe that
Uh, where the cheese at? Fettuccine
I said get a nigga whacked, they ain't even see that coming
Tried to tell these niggas Wish Me Well 3 coming
I tried to tell these niggas Wish Me Well 3 coming, yeah
Bitch!
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Writer(s): Rayshawn Bennett, Kim Jaehyun, Luke Clay
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