Thinkin

First let me think of something
Wait hold on I got it
All this money I been chasing watch it grow in my pocket
Told me that it wouldn't work and now they want me to stop it
I ain't tripping though
This nigga mad at me and I ain't even with his hoe
I got the job done and I ain't leave a witness though
Lil nigga couldn't buy it out the liquor store
So I don't drink nothing
We park the cars get it lit whole street bussing, Aye

If I need a favor would you do it for me, Aye
When you with yo friends play my music for me, Aye
Baby why you playing make a movie with me, Aye
Get into it with me
Aye, Aye, Aye
Insecure, he be tracking her down, tracking her down
Its prolly cause I'm smacking her down, smacking her down
Ain't talkin unless dem packers around, packers around
The Green baby
Nah I ain't sipping but my brodie off the lean crazy
Nah I ain't tripping I just told her do yo thing baby Fuck School I'd rather chase a dream baby
I'm tryna go to places I ain't never seen baby, Ouu

First let me think of something
Wait hold on I got it
All this money I been chasing watch it grow in my pocket
Told me that it wouldn't work and now they want me to stop it
I ain't tripping though
This nigga mad at me and I ain't even with his hoe
I got the job done and I ain't leave a witness though
Lil nigga couldn't buy it out the liquor store
So I don't drink nothing
We park the cars get it lit whole street bussing, Aye

She wont leave me alone shorty tell me who I am
You know I want that pussy baby put it in my hand
I'm really getting to it girl I'm really getting bands I don't think you understand, Goddamn,
Goddamn
I just threw a pass its a touchdown I'm scoring
I was with a bitch got my nut now its boring
I don't see yo call or yo text I'm ignoring
I don't wanna see yo hand when I'm pulling off in foreigns
If it ain't yours lil nigga why you worried
Yea I need more and ima get it in a hurry
I jus hit a score I ain't talkin bout a curry
Filled a backy with a 4 and now my vision getting blurry
I'm trying to put a 100 grand in da Fendi bag
I mixed the Baller with the Brand all you niggas cap
Oh if it wasn't for your man would you give me that
I see you riding on ya mans like a piggy back Ouu, ouu, ouu
He got one but I got two Ya know, Ouu
He got ones but I got blues ya know, ouu
We got funds the drip all new fasho, ouu
Beat like lunch i'll take my food to go

First let me think of something
Wait hold on I got it
All this money I been chasing watch it grow in my pocket
Told me that it wouldn't work and now they want me to stop it
I ain't tripping though
This nigga mad at me and I ain't even with his hoe
I got the job done and I ain't leave a witness though
Lil nigga couldn't buy it out the liquor store
So I don't drink nothing
We park the cars get it lit whole street bussing, Aye



Credits
Writer(s): Jaheim Reid
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