Onyx
Heard that nigga hating money counter to loud
Bed room looking like girls gone wild
Caught a vibe now she wanna have my child
She my lil saweetie finna get her iced out
Been dripped out nigga check my style
When I'm coming thru told her ass right now
Why you walking round wit all that ass out
Come and drop that ass down finna get the bag out
Walking like you know that you fine
I need ya number and ya name
Tell me ya sign
Heard you fucking with them lames
Wasting ya time
You ain't gotta explain leave em behind
I can put you in designer if you want it
These niggas can't afford it
I been getting paper baby money is the motive
Life dealt the cards I was playing Texas holdem
New skat pack imma whip it like it's stolen
Hit the gas station shorty I forgot the trojans
Bout to take a dive down in ya hidden lotus
Neck stay frozen girl u know that I'm the coldest
Panoramic views when I soaring thru the ocean
Look at how she move she done caught a lil grove
Tired of her man tryna find new dude
Then I stepped in with the crew
Had to scope out the
View tryna see who's who
Heard that nigga hating money counter to loud
Bed room looking like girls gone wild
Caught a vibe now she wanna have my child
She my lil saweetie finna get her iced out
Been dripped out nigga check my style
When I'm coming thru told her ass right now
Why you walking round wit all that ass out
Come and drop that ass down finna get the bag out
Walk in this bitch like...
Udigg
Made a couple dollars then broke the money counter
Take another trip crossover like Allen
Had to pack two clips I ain't talking no malice
Hit him where he stay he ain't got enough balance
Know that nigga pissed I ain't got no bladder
And you ain't getting money til you made your first 20
These counterfeit niggas gotta count every dollar
Run through the winter I'll be gone this summer
Imma big Dawg sitting up like Hummer
You can tell he a shooter you can see it in his form
Lil mama ask how I make this money
Here take this you ain't gotta say nothing
Walking on water smoking moon by the stars
The scope on this bitch he ain't going to far
Heard that nigga hating money counter to loud
Bed room looking like girls gone wild
Caught a vibe now she wanna have my child
She my lil saweetie finna get her iced out
Been dripped out nigga check my style
When I'm coming thru told her ass right now
Why you walking round wit all that ass out
Come and drop that ass down finna get the bag out
Bed room looking like girls gone wild
Caught a vibe now she wanna have my child
She my lil saweetie finna get her iced out
Been dripped out nigga check my style
When I'm coming thru told her ass right now
Why you walking round wit all that ass out
Come and drop that ass down finna get the bag out
Walking like you know that you fine
I need ya number and ya name
Tell me ya sign
Heard you fucking with them lames
Wasting ya time
You ain't gotta explain leave em behind
I can put you in designer if you want it
These niggas can't afford it
I been getting paper baby money is the motive
Life dealt the cards I was playing Texas holdem
New skat pack imma whip it like it's stolen
Hit the gas station shorty I forgot the trojans
Bout to take a dive down in ya hidden lotus
Neck stay frozen girl u know that I'm the coldest
Panoramic views when I soaring thru the ocean
Look at how she move she done caught a lil grove
Tired of her man tryna find new dude
Then I stepped in with the crew
Had to scope out the
View tryna see who's who
Heard that nigga hating money counter to loud
Bed room looking like girls gone wild
Caught a vibe now she wanna have my child
She my lil saweetie finna get her iced out
Been dripped out nigga check my style
When I'm coming thru told her ass right now
Why you walking round wit all that ass out
Come and drop that ass down finna get the bag out
Walk in this bitch like...
Udigg
Made a couple dollars then broke the money counter
Take another trip crossover like Allen
Had to pack two clips I ain't talking no malice
Hit him where he stay he ain't got enough balance
Know that nigga pissed I ain't got no bladder
And you ain't getting money til you made your first 20
These counterfeit niggas gotta count every dollar
Run through the winter I'll be gone this summer
Imma big Dawg sitting up like Hummer
You can tell he a shooter you can see it in his form
Lil mama ask how I make this money
Here take this you ain't gotta say nothing
Walking on water smoking moon by the stars
The scope on this bitch he ain't going to far
Heard that nigga hating money counter to loud
Bed room looking like girls gone wild
Caught a vibe now she wanna have my child
She my lil saweetie finna get her iced out
Been dripped out nigga check my style
When I'm coming thru told her ass right now
Why you walking round wit all that ass out
Come and drop that ass down finna get the bag out
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Writer(s): Myles Ervin
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