Send It To Texas
Yoo Yoo Yoo yooo
Money SLut mother fucker
I damn near tried to do my own chopped and screwed voice
Yessuh, I should've did my own chopped and screwed voice
Yoo shout out to Texas
Baby I don't want neck I want me a necklace
And Baby, baby I'm after that money for breakfast
Baby you fuck with my pimping like Memphis
And baby you all in my grill just like Memphis
Ok I'm ready you know I'm a felony
Just bought me a gun should've talked in Israeli
Remix me the price at first it was Kelly
If you caught in that jam free him out the jelly
Drip drip you know it don't jam and now you some jelly
And Baby you fuck with my pimpin like Tennessee
Might sell me some Brown not no Hennessy
You pull up I serve you some remedy
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah drip
These niggas be singing like remedies
I mixed the Fanta with remedies
I cuffed some money it's feeling me
And baby I keep my phone on silent
Middle finger to the sirens
Middle fingers to the sirens
I chop and screw my own voice
I'm so real right like a Rolls Royce
I grew in cold boy
I grew up with poles boy
You do what you told boy
You knew it it sold boy
They fucking with ole boy
I got a 40 for ole boy
I sent them to Texas for ole boy
Money SLut mother fucker
I damn near tried to do my own chopped and screwed voice
Yessuh, I should've did my own chopped and screwed voice
Yoo shout out to Texas
Baby I don't want neck I want me a necklace
And Baby, baby I'm after that money for breakfast
Baby you fuck with my pimping like Memphis
And baby you all in my grill just like Memphis
Ok I'm ready you know I'm a felony
Just bought me a gun should've talked in Israeli
Remix me the price at first it was Kelly
If you caught in that jam free him out the jelly
Drip drip you know it don't jam and now you some jelly
And Baby you fuck with my pimpin like Tennessee
Might sell me some Brown not no Hennessy
You pull up I serve you some remedy
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah drip
These niggas be singing like remedies
I mixed the Fanta with remedies
I cuffed some money it's feeling me
And baby I keep my phone on silent
Middle finger to the sirens
Middle fingers to the sirens
I chop and screw my own voice
I'm so real right like a Rolls Royce
I grew in cold boy
I grew up with poles boy
You do what you told boy
You knew it it sold boy
They fucking with ole boy
I got a 40 for ole boy
I sent them to Texas for ole boy
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Writer(s): Mytori Muse
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