W.W.D.

Beamers and benz and roves
That's all I wanna flow
This bitch keep pulling clothes I think she wanna go
We got way too many hoes and too little doors
They say they think you the goat ok oh yeah I know
Digits and benjis and dough
That's all i wanna blow
This year I'm setting some goals rn ok let's go
Look how it sat in the road I think I want that rolls
They say you think you the goat ok oh yeah I know

Wait now please let a young nigga shine Shawty all sad cause she just broke a bottle Babygirl we waste anything but time
Brand new haters, tell em wait in line
Finna pull up right now look around
Man you cant but to cheer from the booth to the gears
Just listen to how I'm finna break it down
Ok we hop out flexing
We came from nothing what you expected
Take nothing for granted its blessing
I might kill em pulling up get a medic
I fell in love with the shit i got a fetish
You know I'm tucking the stick ain careless
I love to you get money ain jealous
You ever came up from nothing then I felt it Cause I know how it is i the trenches Walking in got roaches walking on the dishes
Homie jammed lost ya partna for a minute Nosey neighbors be all in ya business
Come on nigga let's ball while we living
Why beef when the object to get it
Go up pray we all hit the ceiling
Dont like me won't at all get offended
Got that stick on me you tripping
Pin a nigga to the wall get near me
Man I only fear god I'm fearless
Ion really gaf who feel me
I know its hate but its love in the building
Ride with me man I love when you with me We can leave all the club ain tripping
I want spend like a dub on Fendi
I wanna spend my life with you
We only got one life lose
Baby let's ride the coupe
The doors suicide like a noose
I dont like to lose
I'm tryna lighting the mood
Baby you tighten my screws
Hop in get right in the coupe
Head right to the moon

Beamers and benz and roves
That's all I wanna flow
This bitch keep pulling clothes I think she wanna go
We got way too many hoes and too little doors
They say they think you the goat ok oh yeah I know
Digits and benjis and dough
That's all i wanna blow
This year I'm setting some goals rn ok let's go
Look how it sat in the road I think I want that rolls
They say you think you the goat ok oh yeah I know

Wait I think we need some brand new bottles
I think we need some brand new models Grey old school monte Carlos
Ima be up til tomorrow
Early morning trip well fargos
And it's on my no cargos
Super fast whip where the car go
Put a lil bitch in the Tahoe
Shawty came free ion buy hoes
Think she peeped the juice no milos
Baby we can ball no gyros
Let me check them out might try those
Yo ass super fat w them tights on
Meant what I said no typo
Flat stomach sheen need lypo
Think you get the point no rhyno
Look dont touch that's my ho
Shawty too bad yeah I know
She dropping new jaws like the iPhone
Plus she got cake i can bite on
She dont like to wait hop right on
Tell her bring a friend let's pile on
Lights camera action no pyro
Baby ima star this my show
Might moonwalk like Michael
She keep the head tight no micros
Finna make me bust like a rifle
Think I might Iove her I like her
She calling me hubby she my wifey
Had a lil bitch til she swiped me
Tell me ain shit I'm trifling
Baby let's hop in the whip
We can anywhere you liking
Baby let's try a thrill
Living this life is so exciting
Baby just grab the wheel
Im rolling up while you driving
And I just popped the seal
Im pouring up this feeling priceless

Beamers and benz and roves
That's all I wanna flow
This bitch keep pulling clothes I think she wanna go
We got way too many hoes and too little doors
They say they think you the goat ok oh yeah I know
Digits and benjis and dough
That's all i wanna blow
This year I'm setting some goals rn ok let's go
Look how it sat in the road I think I want that rolls
They say you think you the goat ok oh yeah I know



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Writer(s): Treymond Howard
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