It Stank In Here
Don't run off cause it stank in here it's prolly too much dank in here
Air quality bad that's why a take a breath and break the bitch
Never on no caking shit lets we talking cutting the cake and shit
Breaking bread making money I ain't into making beds
Money on mind
Every single time the sunrise
How you wanna be rich and you only working sometimes
And the only time I ran is when I was running from onetime
I could only slip up one time
Quick to learn my lesson
Ain't no question
They could never catch em
Skating thru my section still cooling
But I'm never stressing
On the other side too
I'm outside while you out here tryna hide dude
Am I the bad guy cause I'm tryna find you
And you put your hand my food
Took a risk for tryna take some shit
Go hit the lick then face some shit
Wouldn't take me for no shooter cause I always get away it
Finger fucking these hunnids have my way it
No capes for captain save her
I Ain't him mommy
The clock is ticking
So quit the bitching and Break me
Know what my time is "money"
So don't be wasting emissions from all whining and bitching
Stank breath
Gone head hand me that blank check
And don't slide if you ain't hit bank yet
Don't slide if you ain't hit bank
Don't slide if you ain't hit bank
Don't run off cause it stank in here it's prolly too much dank in here
Air quality bad that's why a take a breath and break the bitch
Never on no caking shit lets we talking cutting the cake and shit
Breaking bread I'm in to making money I ain't into making beds hobo
Mama say mama sa
Mama make me some
If you talking bout a risk imma take me one
Yeah I gotta lotta hoes that don't make me one
If you got some new money better save me sum
3 Backwoods finna face all 3
Just cause tucking it that don't make y'all cheap
Just cause you giving it up that make you weak
Not talking bout money what you tryna make me sleep
Sleep for the weak who could rest when it's money to make
Wake bake Obama runts to face
Prolly why I rock Air Force one
Twentys Fiftys and hunnids I could care bout ones
So if stripper need some tricking
Imma give it to my potna
And If she tryna make a check
Imma add her to the roster
She a runner so I roger that
Call me daddy like you got yo father back
And The broke shit we don't that bother that
Just bring that mutha fucking guala back
Just bring that mutha fucking guala back
Air quality bad that's why a take a breath and break the bitch
Never on no caking shit lets we talking cutting the cake and shit
Breaking bread making money I ain't into making beds
Money on mind
Every single time the sunrise
How you wanna be rich and you only working sometimes
And the only time I ran is when I was running from onetime
I could only slip up one time
Quick to learn my lesson
Ain't no question
They could never catch em
Skating thru my section still cooling
But I'm never stressing
On the other side too
I'm outside while you out here tryna hide dude
Am I the bad guy cause I'm tryna find you
And you put your hand my food
Took a risk for tryna take some shit
Go hit the lick then face some shit
Wouldn't take me for no shooter cause I always get away it
Finger fucking these hunnids have my way it
No capes for captain save her
I Ain't him mommy
The clock is ticking
So quit the bitching and Break me
Know what my time is "money"
So don't be wasting emissions from all whining and bitching
Stank breath
Gone head hand me that blank check
And don't slide if you ain't hit bank yet
Don't slide if you ain't hit bank
Don't slide if you ain't hit bank
Don't run off cause it stank in here it's prolly too much dank in here
Air quality bad that's why a take a breath and break the bitch
Never on no caking shit lets we talking cutting the cake and shit
Breaking bread I'm in to making money I ain't into making beds hobo
Mama say mama sa
Mama make me some
If you talking bout a risk imma take me one
Yeah I gotta lotta hoes that don't make me one
If you got some new money better save me sum
3 Backwoods finna face all 3
Just cause tucking it that don't make y'all cheap
Just cause you giving it up that make you weak
Not talking bout money what you tryna make me sleep
Sleep for the weak who could rest when it's money to make
Wake bake Obama runts to face
Prolly why I rock Air Force one
Twentys Fiftys and hunnids I could care bout ones
So if stripper need some tricking
Imma give it to my potna
And If she tryna make a check
Imma add her to the roster
She a runner so I roger that
Call me daddy like you got yo father back
And The broke shit we don't that bother that
Just bring that mutha fucking guala back
Just bring that mutha fucking guala back
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Writer(s): Malik Stills
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