Atm Machine
Gypsy
Unt Unt Unt
Smac Gimme That
Unt Unt Unt
It's a present to be in our presence lil bitch
Unt Unt Unt
No the rain cant touch my feet
No the rain cant touch my feet
We count up paper like an ATM machine
Tomorrow I might hit the mall
And buy some a McQueen's
Im stepppin in balencis
So the rain cant touch my feet
(Oh)
No the rain cant touch my feet
I cant let no nigga kill me
I'm just tryna live my dreams
I aint worried about nobody
I dont know what they want from me
We aint charging for the beef
You can get the smoke for free
Don't never see no christmas lights
But we got red and green beams
She cant play me like a puppet
I told her dont get attached to me
That bitch cant pull my strings
I know love is for the weak
When she found out i can sing
She let me get up in them sheets
But she aint something that i want
No she aint nothing that i need
Im starting to feel like George floyd
I need air i cant breathe
When Im sober i be all out of wack
Im calmer when im smoking weed
I know i gotta go and get it
You know nothing comes for free
You wont take nothing from me
Run up to fast and you gon catch a slug from me
All the birds was ducking me
No they didnt wanna fuck with me
But now they wanna fuck me
Because my belt be Louie V
And my bag say Double G
Im in the streets i got the keys
Im ballin out just like hakeem
Getting rich my only dream
I dont know why you did me dirty
Nigga you shoulda played it clean
Nigga you shoulda played it clean
We count up paper like an atm machine
Tomorrow i might hit the mall
And buy some a mcqueens
Im stepppin in balencis
So the rain cant touch my feet
(Oh)
No the rain cant touch my feet
I cant let no nigga kill me
I'm just tryna live my dreams
I aint worried about nobody
I dont know what they want from me
We aint charging for the beef
You can get the smoke for free
Dont never see no christmas lights
But we got red and green beams
Gypsy
Smac
Nigga Gimme That
Wahdam
Frrrrrrrrrr beep
Like her back against the wall
That bitch gon have to face me
Its a lot of hot heads out here tryna case me
They gon get the hotheads
Inside these shell casings
We got what the fuck you need
Another pic 6 for 20 I feel like Ed Reed
Wahdam
I was in debt waist deep, waist deep
So I was smacin shit like waist deep
It was me n shorty on a scheme
Soon as she ping
Cha Ching
Wahdam
We a Clean yo shìt out like it's fucking spring
I'm tired of seeing obituaries
Crying at the cemetery
Free all of gypsies
You know I got you on the commissary
Wahdam
I wish I can break you out
But don't trip We gon make it out
Smac Gimme That
She send me paper like a fucking fax machine
I had to Hit that lick that shit mandatory
I gotta keep the 40 they can't have my Rollie
Noooooooo
Oooowweeeeeee
Ya know I used to look out for you
When I was on the street
Wasn't even that long
How you couldn't do the time wit me
You don't get treated royally
If you lack loyalty
You need to learn how to be a queen to a king
Wahdam
You ain't extend yo arms when I down boo
You know thugs need love 2
A nigga knew he loved you
First time he hugged you
Sike Bitch
Fuck you
Early ass mornings to some late ass nights
It was Far ass drives to some long ass flights
It's Christmas sights attached to the pipes
Wanna Play games
I like red light green light
Lets Get It
Unt Unt Unt
Smac Gimme That
Unt Unt Unt
It's a present to be in our presence lil bitch
Unt Unt Unt
No the rain cant touch my feet
No the rain cant touch my feet
We count up paper like an ATM machine
Tomorrow I might hit the mall
And buy some a McQueen's
Im stepppin in balencis
So the rain cant touch my feet
(Oh)
No the rain cant touch my feet
I cant let no nigga kill me
I'm just tryna live my dreams
I aint worried about nobody
I dont know what they want from me
We aint charging for the beef
You can get the smoke for free
Don't never see no christmas lights
But we got red and green beams
She cant play me like a puppet
I told her dont get attached to me
That bitch cant pull my strings
I know love is for the weak
When she found out i can sing
She let me get up in them sheets
But she aint something that i want
No she aint nothing that i need
Im starting to feel like George floyd
I need air i cant breathe
When Im sober i be all out of wack
Im calmer when im smoking weed
I know i gotta go and get it
You know nothing comes for free
You wont take nothing from me
Run up to fast and you gon catch a slug from me
All the birds was ducking me
No they didnt wanna fuck with me
But now they wanna fuck me
Because my belt be Louie V
And my bag say Double G
Im in the streets i got the keys
Im ballin out just like hakeem
Getting rich my only dream
I dont know why you did me dirty
Nigga you shoulda played it clean
Nigga you shoulda played it clean
We count up paper like an atm machine
Tomorrow i might hit the mall
And buy some a mcqueens
Im stepppin in balencis
So the rain cant touch my feet
(Oh)
No the rain cant touch my feet
I cant let no nigga kill me
I'm just tryna live my dreams
I aint worried about nobody
I dont know what they want from me
We aint charging for the beef
You can get the smoke for free
Dont never see no christmas lights
But we got red and green beams
Gypsy
Smac
Nigga Gimme That
Wahdam
Frrrrrrrrrr beep
Like her back against the wall
That bitch gon have to face me
Its a lot of hot heads out here tryna case me
They gon get the hotheads
Inside these shell casings
We got what the fuck you need
Another pic 6 for 20 I feel like Ed Reed
Wahdam
I was in debt waist deep, waist deep
So I was smacin shit like waist deep
It was me n shorty on a scheme
Soon as she ping
Cha Ching
Wahdam
We a Clean yo shìt out like it's fucking spring
I'm tired of seeing obituaries
Crying at the cemetery
Free all of gypsies
You know I got you on the commissary
Wahdam
I wish I can break you out
But don't trip We gon make it out
Smac Gimme That
She send me paper like a fucking fax machine
I had to Hit that lick that shit mandatory
I gotta keep the 40 they can't have my Rollie
Noooooooo
Oooowweeeeeee
Ya know I used to look out for you
When I was on the street
Wasn't even that long
How you couldn't do the time wit me
You don't get treated royally
If you lack loyalty
You need to learn how to be a queen to a king
Wahdam
You ain't extend yo arms when I down boo
You know thugs need love 2
A nigga knew he loved you
First time he hugged you
Sike Bitch
Fuck you
Early ass mornings to some late ass nights
It was Far ass drives to some long ass flights
It's Christmas sights attached to the pipes
Wanna Play games
I like red light green light
Lets Get It
Credits
Writer(s): Quinton Mcclellan
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