Get Yo Money Back

I got steeze
Wahdam
Smac
Nigga Gimme That
(What Bitch You Gotta Pay Me)

I got 2 of em but I need 2 more
I be in this lil hoe flexing like a sumo
Tryna get it ima hit it got to flip it you know
Im PRESSURE
I Moonwalked on the pack for extra
I finesse her
She gimme checks like it's a sponsorship
Niggas I'm in impalas with politic tryna bop some shit
Made a hit with the box and now I'm ballin like Roddy rich
Everyday is Halloween trick or treat we haunted houses bitch
Pop locks crowbar master key ima locksmith
Me and my dawgs like cops k and 9 in this whip
5 Bands when I walked in the bitch tryna be locked in
I get money off girl like Eric koston
We was running outta options but the bills still pop in
We ain't really have no choice but to go out n bop shit
Withdraws no deposits you know how we rock bitch
Bag keep getting hit like we training for boxing
But I'm colossus
Yellow diamonds my smile awesome
Ima 90s baby so I'm used to blowin cartridges
Ima leave you on read if pussy is all u offering
How about you send some money before you send some apologies
You done played yourself like a muhfuckin scrimmage
My new bitch thicker than a bowl of old spinach
You want a position bring the script when you audition
The Bitch lost her ass with her nose in the wrong business
When I pull up they gon start washing the whip
When the foam hit the window she gon start washing the dick
I shoulda worked for frito lay how a nigga make chips
Bands out my eX box like I was streaming the chick

Lil bitch
This a muh fuckin fact
You can't unsuck this dick
And you can't get yo money back
Lil bitch
This a muh fuckin fact
You can't unsuck this dick
And you can't get yo money back
Lil bitch
This a muh fuckin fact
You can't unsuck this dick
And you can't get yo money back
Lil bitch
This a muh fuckin fact
You can't unsuck this dick
And you can't get yo money back

Bitches aint shit tell me something i don't know
This bitch shaking ass im tryna see it out them clothes
We caught that boy loafing tryna walk to that store
Niggas tough on the net but really nerds on the low
Body for Body aye nigga check that score
Dreams and Nightmares of me riding in that rolls
Everybody got a gun
Everybody want that smoke
Its 400 degreez when i'm walking through that door
Dumb Nigga
Young wild and im burnt out
New whip
Check the tires watch me burn out
Big dog
Im in this bitch with my nuts out
You gotta gun i gotta gun nigga lets buss it out
This weed and codeine Shit that's all a nigga need
I be higher than a bitch my eyes look chinese
This bitch shakin ass aye drop it to your knees
I got it out the mud man its all of a chink

Lil bitch
This a muh fuckin fact
You can't unsuck this dick
And you can't get yo money back
Lil bitch
This a muh fuckin fact
You can't unsuck this dick
And you can't get yo money back
Lil bitch
This a muh fuckin fact
You can't unsuck this dick
And you can't get yo money back
Lil bitch
This a muh fuckin fact
You can't unsuck this dick
And you can't get yo money back



Credits
Writer(s): Quinton Mcclellan
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