Channel 5

(Triple G Ty)
(Let the BandPlay) glizock
Big Glock
Either way, they hate

These niggas hatin', I'm not surprised, I'm nothin' like them other guys (yeah)
30 shots up in this .9, I put your ass on Channel 5 (fah, fah, fah) (yeah)
I can't trust no bitch, no lie, I'd rather work a nine-to-five (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's big Glock, supersized, and you lil' niggas French fries (yeah, yeah-yeah)

Ayy, ever since I ran my money up, yup, I been runnin' wild (yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I ran it up, I buy whatever, they like, "Calm down" (yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I be so motherfuckin' turnt (turnt-turnt), it ain't no turnin' down (yeah)
Yeah, all these bitches wanna fuck, can't name a hoe that turn me down, nigga

Phew, phew, that's that money sound (yeah)
I'm cuttin' all these checks, look, a cut up in my thumb now
I only want the neck but she wanna go to pound town
Can't lie, that bitch get wet, even though she been around-round

Yeah, bitch, I get that guacamole (whoa), I gets that guap, you know it
I hop up in that 'Vette and floor it ('Vette), yeah, bitch, it's on the floor
I'm killin' shit, yeah, poured a quart (bitch), yeah, go and poured a quart
They like, "Boy, you racked up" (racked up), but I still want some more

These niggas hatin' in disguise, but me, I ain't got shit to hide (yeah)
Bad lil' bitch on demon time, I let her eat it in my ride (yeah)
I been countin' money, money, money, money all the time
I can show you how to get some money, it ain't rocket science

These niggas hatin' in disguise (hah), but me, I ain't got shit to hide (yeah)
Bad lil' bitch on demon time, I let her eat it in my ride
I been countin' money, money, money, money all the time
I can show you how to get some money, it ain't rocket science (the fuck?)

These niggas hatin', I'm not surprised, I'm nothin' like them other guys (yeah)
30 shots up in this .9, I put your ass on Channel 5 (fah, fah) (yeah)
I can't trust no bitch, no lie, I'd rather work a nine-to-five
It's big Glock, supersized, and you lil' niggas French fries

I got money comin' in, yeah, that money keep on payin'
I just bussed down my wrist again, I call it perfect timin'
I be sippin' purple codeine and smokin' purple flavors (ayy)
Sharin' is carin', my nigga, you know that bitch is ours (ayy)

It's glizock, I move just like a ghost, yeah, I got plenty powers (ayy)
It's glizock, you know I do the most, you know these niggas ours (ayy)
It's glizock and I can't ever fold 'cause I don't know how (ayy)
Yup, you know my name, I up this bitch, then it's gon' go down

These niggas hatin', I'm not surprised, I'm nothin' like them other guys (bah-bah, bah-bah, yeah)
30 shots up in this .9, I put your ass on Channel 5 (fah, fah, fah, yeah)
I can't trust no bitch, no lie, I'd rather work a nine-to-five (yeah)
It's big Glock, supersized, and you lil' niggas French fries

These niggas hatin', I'm not surprised, I'm nothin' like them other guys (glizock)
30 shots up in this .9, I put your ass on Channel 5
I can't trust no bitch, no lie, I'd rather work a nine-to-five
It's big Glock, supersized, and you lil' niggas French fries (yeah)

Ayy, ever since I ran my money up, yup, I been runnin' wild
Yeah, bitch, I ran it up, I buy whatever, they like, "Calm down" (yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I be so motherfuckin' turnt, it ain't no turnin' down (turnt, turnt)
Yeah, all these bitches wanna fuck, can't name a hoe that turn me down, nigga (bah)

Yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah (bah)



Credits
Writer(s): Krishon Gaines, Markeyvuis Cathey, Tyler Irwin
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