Sold Out
Pull up and they sold out
Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out
Ay Welcome to the grow house
Blow a quick ten bands just to show out
Couple losses ain't nothing to a playa
Money coming in feel it in the air
Pack in the mail pack in the mail
Money coming in feel it in the air
Bitch bad so you know I don't care
Realist nigga I ain't even gotta swear
Balenciaga on me yeah they Stop and stare
Cartier frames so I see it clear
Got a hold on me
Mami mean on it
She a fiend for me
I'm in love With
All the blue hundreds
Got her squirting on me
Now she working on me
Roll up uh
Pull up and they sold out
Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out
Ay Welcome to the grow house
Blow a quick ten bands just to show out
Pull up and they sold out
Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out
Ay Welcome to the grow house
Blow a quick ten bands just to show out
Want to make it up
Come and Suck the soul out me
Pave set so I keep a pole on me
Ay Nigga mad cuz his hoe want me
I just sparked Up some truffle
And his hoe chose me
Trying to fit her friend
It's just a two seater
Out the county now she drunk on margaritas
We was copping Rosé by the litter
Oh we ballin' How it feel on the bleachers
Pull up and they sold out
Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out
Ay Welcome to the grow house
Blow a quick ten bands just to show out
Pull up and they sold out
Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out
Ay Welcome to the grow house
Blow a quick ten bands just to show out
Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out
Ay Welcome to the grow house
Blow a quick ten bands just to show out
Couple losses ain't nothing to a playa
Money coming in feel it in the air
Pack in the mail pack in the mail
Money coming in feel it in the air
Bitch bad so you know I don't care
Realist nigga I ain't even gotta swear
Balenciaga on me yeah they Stop and stare
Cartier frames so I see it clear
Got a hold on me
Mami mean on it
She a fiend for me
I'm in love With
All the blue hundreds
Got her squirting on me
Now she working on me
Roll up uh
Pull up and they sold out
Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out
Ay Welcome to the grow house
Blow a quick ten bands just to show out
Pull up and they sold out
Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out
Ay Welcome to the grow house
Blow a quick ten bands just to show out
Want to make it up
Come and Suck the soul out me
Pave set so I keep a pole on me
Ay Nigga mad cuz his hoe want me
I just sparked Up some truffle
And his hoe chose me
Trying to fit her friend
It's just a two seater
Out the county now she drunk on margaritas
We was copping Rosé by the litter
Oh we ballin' How it feel on the bleachers
Pull up and they sold out
Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out
Ay Welcome to the grow house
Blow a quick ten bands just to show out
Pull up and they sold out
Nobu Mastro's got ya hoe out
Ay Welcome to the grow house
Blow a quick ten bands just to show out
Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Chambers
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