Disgusting
I count up the bread and I start to invest and my momma she told me she love it
And You know I'm on go for my momma they play with my heart and I'm giving concussions
And boy I don't play but I hope and I pray that I don't have to let out the oven
Cause if you gone play with them boys from the town better know it be getting disgusting aye
Ain't no discussion come for sack and my team get to rushing aye
Roll up the Russian, cream on the wood Yea you know that it's bussing ah
Listen it's nothing don't do the cap, don't do the bluffing aye
Yea it's disgusting, boy I'm the illest I need Robitussin woah
Give it up. told em boys Slow down cause they gone slip up tryna keep it up
Never needed much
Just a duffle for the stash cause the money never left when I needed her
But trust me I never forgot all the dirt, yea boy they lied and threw shade had me hurt
I took the wheel had to speed up to first
Yea they gone see me for all that I'm worth, been on my grind had to put in that work
I need my bread like that rent on the first
Swear it don't stop till I'm dead in a hearse
I'm praying to God cause I ain't been to church, I just pray he forgives me for all that it's worth
I know I'm blessed cause I came through the worst but I'm still up on top like a coat on a shirt
I gotta shine but you know they gone hate on the glow
Gotta get mine so I really ain't tripping on yours
I'm getting paid on the low
Know I don't play with the dough
And I'm gone go til I blow
I count up the bread and I start to invest and my momma she told me she love it
And You know I'm on go for my momma they play with my heart and I'm giving concussions
And boy I don't play but I hope and I pray that I don't have to let out the oven
Cause if you gone play with them boys from the town better know it be getting disgusting aye
Ain't no discussion come for sack and my team get to rushing aye
Roll up the Russian, creme on the wood Yea you know that it's bussing ah
Listen it's nothing don't do the cap, don't do the bluffing aye
Yea it's disgusting, boy I'm the illest I need Robitussin woah
Way too hot in this bitch
Run it up, Swear I won't miss
Shawty said she love my shit
My flow legit
Grass too tall I mowed the shit
Serpents lurking slow and shit
They wonder what my motive is
Tryna stack bands
Just one more thing in my pants
Come to this money, I got an affection
Found out I just can't keep my hands To myself
I'm in love with the thought of wealth
Ain't shit wrong I don't need no help so
Mind yours Love I'm good
Niggas be talking
I'm doing the shit that they wish they could
Keep shit calm, I flex lil nigga, I'm dropping a bomb
Shutting shit down for good
Ain't my fault you can't follow along, I'm misunderstood
Go ahead light up a wood
Smoke in the air, Know niggas that really come slide to your hood
Shut shit down for good
I count up the bread and I start to invest and my momma she told me she love it
And You know I'm on go for my momma they play with my heart and I'm giving concussions
And boy I don't play but I hope and I pray that I don't have to let out the oven
Cause if you gone play with them boys from the town better know it be getting disgusting aye
And You know I'm on go for my momma they play with my heart and I'm giving concussions
And boy I don't play but I hope and I pray that I don't have to let out the oven
Cause if you gone play with them boys from the town better know it be getting disgusting aye
Ain't no discussion come for sack and my team get to rushing aye
Roll up the Russian, cream on the wood Yea you know that it's bussing ah
Listen it's nothing don't do the cap, don't do the bluffing aye
Yea it's disgusting, boy I'm the illest I need Robitussin woah
Give it up. told em boys Slow down cause they gone slip up tryna keep it up
Never needed much
Just a duffle for the stash cause the money never left when I needed her
But trust me I never forgot all the dirt, yea boy they lied and threw shade had me hurt
I took the wheel had to speed up to first
Yea they gone see me for all that I'm worth, been on my grind had to put in that work
I need my bread like that rent on the first
Swear it don't stop till I'm dead in a hearse
I'm praying to God cause I ain't been to church, I just pray he forgives me for all that it's worth
I know I'm blessed cause I came through the worst but I'm still up on top like a coat on a shirt
I gotta shine but you know they gone hate on the glow
Gotta get mine so I really ain't tripping on yours
I'm getting paid on the low
Know I don't play with the dough
And I'm gone go til I blow
I count up the bread and I start to invest and my momma she told me she love it
And You know I'm on go for my momma they play with my heart and I'm giving concussions
And boy I don't play but I hope and I pray that I don't have to let out the oven
Cause if you gone play with them boys from the town better know it be getting disgusting aye
Ain't no discussion come for sack and my team get to rushing aye
Roll up the Russian, creme on the wood Yea you know that it's bussing ah
Listen it's nothing don't do the cap, don't do the bluffing aye
Yea it's disgusting, boy I'm the illest I need Robitussin woah
Way too hot in this bitch
Run it up, Swear I won't miss
Shawty said she love my shit
My flow legit
Grass too tall I mowed the shit
Serpents lurking slow and shit
They wonder what my motive is
Tryna stack bands
Just one more thing in my pants
Come to this money, I got an affection
Found out I just can't keep my hands To myself
I'm in love with the thought of wealth
Ain't shit wrong I don't need no help so
Mind yours Love I'm good
Niggas be talking
I'm doing the shit that they wish they could
Keep shit calm, I flex lil nigga, I'm dropping a bomb
Shutting shit down for good
Ain't my fault you can't follow along, I'm misunderstood
Go ahead light up a wood
Smoke in the air, Know niggas that really come slide to your hood
Shut shit down for good
I count up the bread and I start to invest and my momma she told me she love it
And You know I'm on go for my momma they play with my heart and I'm giving concussions
And boy I don't play but I hope and I pray that I don't have to let out the oven
Cause if you gone play with them boys from the town better know it be getting disgusting aye
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Writer(s): Jesse Rogers
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