Posed To Do
Yeah yeah
Woah woah
Yeah I'm so high up that I can't see you niggas
If I pop this perc right now then I can't feel you niggas
All I want is money do you know the feeling
Doze off on the muddy do you know the feeling
Imma stack this money up till it reach the ceiling
Yeah yeah
That's what I'm posed to do
On the money route what am I supposed to do
I know god with me dodging all these obstacles
Yeah it's hard at first it might seem impossible
But once you put your heart up in this shit then you're unstoppable
Taking off limbs that's what that yoppa do
We got all typa dog you want scrappy doo
Yeah we gottem pints and em bowls too
But I be really trynna make a million off of protools
Give a fuck about who hate I only care about who ain't
I don't trust nobody cause the love out here fake
Put my momma In a crib and put my bro in a wraith
Imma make it all happen ion care what they say
Fuck what a nigga said
Yeah you heard what I said
Yeah I got some niggas bangin blue
But all I see is red
Pop a pill with my brodie
That shit going to the head
I should make a trap guide book
You can call me ned
Yeah I'm so high up that I can't see you niggas
If I pop this perc right now then I can't feel you niggas
All I want is money do you know the feeling
Doze off on the muddy do you know the feeling
Imma stack this money up till it reach the ceiling
Yeah yeah
That's what I'm posed to do
Yeah yeah
Woah woah
Yeah I'm so high up that I can't see you niggas
If I pop this perc right now then I can't feel you niggas
All I want is money do you know the feeling
Doze off on the muddy do you know the feeling
Imma stack this money up till it reach the ceiling
Yeah yeah
That's what I'm posed to do
On the money route what am I supposed to do
I know god with me dodging all these obstacles
Yeah it's hard at first it might seem impossible
But once you put your heart up in this shit then you're unstoppable
Taking off limbs that's what that yoppa do
We got all typa dog you want scrappy doo
Yeah we gottem pints and em bowls too
But I be really trynna make a million off of protools
Give a fuck about who hate I only care about who ain't
I don't trust nobody cause the love out here fake
Put my momma In a crib and put my bro in a wraith
Imma make it all happen ion care what they say
Fuck what a nigga said
Yeah you heard what I said
Yeah I got some niggas bangin blue
But all I see is red
Pop a pill with my brodie
That shit going to the head
I should make a trap guide book
You can call me ned
Yeah I'm so high up that I can't see you niggas
If I pop this perc right now then I can't feel you niggas
All I want is money do you know the feeling
Doze off on the muddy do you know the feeling
Imma stack this money up till it reach the ceiling
Yeah yeah
That's what I'm posed to do
Yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Delon Thomas
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