Gg
(Yeah, yeah, woah)
I get to the dough
I been getting money I could do this on my own
These niggas be capping when they see me they be froze
Let me see another post imma see you through this scope
I put on these clothes
These niggas go ghost
Double G on my toes
That shit match my coat
I just stack this toast
I don't brag or boast
I don't need a coach
Do this on my own
I don't need no coach
Imma just keep balling I put you up on a poster
I got 10 bad bitches and they treat me like I'm chosen
Hop up in that foreign shit and whip it like its stolen
Double G on my jacket
Nigga what happen
If you getting money we taxin
You not in my bracket
If her shit fat imma tap it
Leave the pussy dead with no casket
She a down bitch who gon blast it
Keep the deuce deuce in her mackage
I am the wave and they drowning
Play with them strings like a violin
Put this shit on I be stylin'
And I'm still ballin' like Yao Ming
Why you frowning?
I be too high on a mountain
Get ya money up I'm countin'
Could be ya father I give you allowance
(Yeah, yeah, woah)
I get to the dough
I been getting money I could do this on my own
These niggas be cappin' when they see me they be froze
Let me see another post imma see you through this scope
I put on these clothes
These niggas go ghost
Double G on my toes
That shit match my coat
I just stack this toast
I don't brag or boast
I don't need a coach
Do this on my own
Hey Hey I'm back
I been countin' cake cake a lot
Put it in her face face if she bad
Double G on my waist, my face and my hat
These niggas playin' catch up they can't keep up with my pace
I might just have to fess her up if she talk out of place
Get on my knees and talk to God I can't talk to the jakes
Promise you none of this shit gon' stop til the gang hopping out of wraiths
Put that on my life
I could get you right
Just give me the night
40 block it's a vibe
This shit a movie
See a opp uppin the toolie
Broke bitches they got cooties
Couple bands stuffed in my subis
I get to the dough
I been getting money I could do this on my own
These niggas be cappin when they see me they be froze
Let me see another post imma see you through this scope
I put on these clothes
These niggas go ghost
Double G on my toes
That shit match my coat
I just stack this toast
I don't brag or boast
I don't need a coach
Do this on my own
I get to the dough
I been getting money I could do this on my own
These niggas be capping when they see me they be froze
Let me see another post imma see you through this scope
I put on these clothes
These niggas go ghost
Double G on my toes
That shit match my coat
I just stack this toast
I don't brag or boast
I don't need a coach
Do this on my own
I don't need no coach
Imma just keep balling I put you up on a poster
I got 10 bad bitches and they treat me like I'm chosen
Hop up in that foreign shit and whip it like its stolen
Double G on my jacket
Nigga what happen
If you getting money we taxin
You not in my bracket
If her shit fat imma tap it
Leave the pussy dead with no casket
She a down bitch who gon blast it
Keep the deuce deuce in her mackage
I am the wave and they drowning
Play with them strings like a violin
Put this shit on I be stylin'
And I'm still ballin' like Yao Ming
Why you frowning?
I be too high on a mountain
Get ya money up I'm countin'
Could be ya father I give you allowance
(Yeah, yeah, woah)
I get to the dough
I been getting money I could do this on my own
These niggas be cappin' when they see me they be froze
Let me see another post imma see you through this scope
I put on these clothes
These niggas go ghost
Double G on my toes
That shit match my coat
I just stack this toast
I don't brag or boast
I don't need a coach
Do this on my own
Hey Hey I'm back
I been countin' cake cake a lot
Put it in her face face if she bad
Double G on my waist, my face and my hat
These niggas playin' catch up they can't keep up with my pace
I might just have to fess her up if she talk out of place
Get on my knees and talk to God I can't talk to the jakes
Promise you none of this shit gon' stop til the gang hopping out of wraiths
Put that on my life
I could get you right
Just give me the night
40 block it's a vibe
This shit a movie
See a opp uppin the toolie
Broke bitches they got cooties
Couple bands stuffed in my subis
I get to the dough
I been getting money I could do this on my own
These niggas be cappin when they see me they be froze
Let me see another post imma see you through this scope
I put on these clothes
These niggas go ghost
Double G on my toes
That shit match my coat
I just stack this toast
I don't brag or boast
I don't need a coach
Do this on my own
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Writer(s): Eme Ndukwe
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