PATTIE LABELLE (feat. Kodak)

Yea
Uh uh uh
Chea
CheA
Chea

Chea
Chea
Chea

If it ain't about no money don't speak
7 Days
Man you niggas week
I just pulled up in a Jag
Nigga ouuuweee
All this paper in my bag I feel like a geek
I ain't hear nothing you said
Nigga who me
Called her Hubba bubba Man
How she blew me
Couldn't get a meal
I jump straight to dessert
I left the school highs
I went straight to the work
I'm 10 toes down I came straight from the dirt
Golden acre boy
I hold it down for my turf
Kodak Black
But I'm smoking on purp
Swag sick
Left the club and went straight to the nurse

Yea

Every morning My mind on cake
When I wake I bake
Stuff in her muffin I make plate
So out pocket She tryna stay
I'm just tryna play
More bout money I'm tryna say
Look
Shit looking sunny that's how my days look
These niggers ain't hungry get out my way
Look
I be on more than a high
Feeling immortal
Morty n Rick
I get Marty Mcfly
On your bitch

Flea as shit outchea ducking the Tees & Flicks
It's a fee to pitch
I make her figi
We take a flic
She wanna see me
She wit the clique
Tryna G em
Sending pics in the pm
Cc the shit
Yea
Visions of Mind
Blind in the morn
I just scribble mine
Pidgins they flying
I see em soaring
Look
She just tryna get her name on the lease
We be in the crease
Road to the riches gimmie the keys nigger

Top down blowing in the wind
On top now
Swerving in my lane
I'm so on top of my shit
I'm so the topic
They couldn't top
Off they top with the shit

Gllt gllt

If you only knew
How I'm focused on my dreams
Tryna make them come true

Oooo

If you only knew
How I'm focused on my dreams
Tryna make them come true

Oooo

Yea
If you only knew
Oooo



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Stgilles
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