Of Whites
Early
All right
Yeah (skrrrt, skrrrt)
Oh, oh
You ain't talking money you don't talk right
Woke up early, trapping in my off-whites
You ain't talking money you don't talk right
Woke up early, trapping in some off-whites, yeah
Met a lil' bitch in the club, I fucked the first night, yeah
Put them racks on your head then that shit green light, yeah
No we don't need no help, yeah, we all right, yeah
ATM having these bags, young nigga took flight, yeah
Young nigga rolling up sticky
Yeah, bitch, free that boy sticky
Go to war about all of my brothers
Any of you niggas can get it
Stepping out with all the drip
We give a fuck 'bout no deal, no
My niggas cracking the seals
No we not popping no pills, dawg
Woke up early, plane callin' like 7:30
I need my shit hands down like 6:30 (30)
Yeah, this just a nina but the clip 30 (clip 30)
Smoking this jungle boy and I'm on this fifth swerving
Wrap 'em up send 'em through the mail
Move so low-key you can't tell
Beat it up 'til my pockets swell
Just low-key and dodge a cell
Nigga fufu, I can tell
That why I move by myself
I got this shit by myself
Smoking backwoods by myself, ayy
You ain't talking money you don't talk right
Woke up early, trapping in my off-whites
You ain't talking money you don't talk right
Woke up early, trapping in some off-whites, yeah
Met a lil' bitch in the club, I fucked the first night, yeah
Put them racks on your head then that shit green light, yeah
No we don't need no help, yeah, we all right, yeah
ATM having these bags, young nigga took flight, yeah
All right
Yeah (skrrrt, skrrrt)
Oh, oh
You ain't talking money you don't talk right
Woke up early, trapping in my off-whites
You ain't talking money you don't talk right
Woke up early, trapping in some off-whites, yeah
Met a lil' bitch in the club, I fucked the first night, yeah
Put them racks on your head then that shit green light, yeah
No we don't need no help, yeah, we all right, yeah
ATM having these bags, young nigga took flight, yeah
Young nigga rolling up sticky
Yeah, bitch, free that boy sticky
Go to war about all of my brothers
Any of you niggas can get it
Stepping out with all the drip
We give a fuck 'bout no deal, no
My niggas cracking the seals
No we not popping no pills, dawg
Woke up early, plane callin' like 7:30
I need my shit hands down like 6:30 (30)
Yeah, this just a nina but the clip 30 (clip 30)
Smoking this jungle boy and I'm on this fifth swerving
Wrap 'em up send 'em through the mail
Move so low-key you can't tell
Beat it up 'til my pockets swell
Just low-key and dodge a cell
Nigga fufu, I can tell
That why I move by myself
I got this shit by myself
Smoking backwoods by myself, ayy
You ain't talking money you don't talk right
Woke up early, trapping in my off-whites
You ain't talking money you don't talk right
Woke up early, trapping in some off-whites, yeah
Met a lil' bitch in the club, I fucked the first night, yeah
Put them racks on your head then that shit green light, yeah
No we don't need no help, yeah, we all right, yeah
ATM having these bags, young nigga took flight, yeah
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Writer(s): Brandon Hawkins
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