Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah huh Tee
I'm tryna fuck that bitch hope she don't fall in love, Yeah
Still gotta count my bread like track star run it up, Yeah
I gotta get this shit no other options bruh, Yeah
Mmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Mmmmm
Too damn worried about myself I'm tryna get this money right
Two bad hoes in my celly tryna get my dick all night
I'm just counting my money I'm stacking my paper
She said that she wanna fuck me I told her ass later
She always teasing
Fucked her all night in the am I'm leaving
She said that she wanna love me I told her ass there was no reason
They say I'm Hokage you better believe it
Niggas always tryna copy but Ima delete them
Yeah
Don't Want no, smoke
I just want all of the dough
Don't you fall in love
Cause a nigga don't want your love
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah huh Tee
I'm tryna fuck that bitch hope she don't fall in love, Yeah
Still gotta count my bread like track star run it up, Yeah
I gotta get this shit no other options bruh, Yeah
Mmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Mmmmm
Yeah
Turn up on these pussy niggas ima get that cash
On all of these pussy niggas they be talking trash
Yeah you come homies with em I'm too quick to blast
Maybe I should take a minute fuck that I'm gon' pass
No time to deal with it
If you ain't talking about that money, bread then that convo finished
I'm tryna fuck that bitch
Don't stop til' I'm finished
Balenci all my drippings
First there was no hoes was in mentions
Now they all back for them digits
I can't have nothing in my way gotta move it
Straight like that aye get right to it uh
Remember them pounds I was moving uh
Spending all bread going stupid
Shh, quiet was all my movements
Young nigga rich and ruthless
Been telling you what the truth is
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah huh Tee
I'm tryna fuck that bitch hope she don't fall in love, Yeah
Still gotta count my bread like track star run it up, Yeah
I gotta get this shit no other options bruh, Yeah
Mmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Mmmmm
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah huh Tee
I'm tryna fuck that bitch hope she don't fall in love, Yeah
Still gotta count my bread like track star run it up, Yeah
I gotta get this shit no other options bruh, Yeah
Mmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Mmmmm
Too damn worried about myself I'm tryna get this money right
Two bad hoes in my celly tryna get my dick all night
I'm just counting my money I'm stacking my paper
She said that she wanna fuck me I told her ass later
She always teasing
Fucked her all night in the am I'm leaving
She said that she wanna love me I told her ass there was no reason
They say I'm Hokage you better believe it
Niggas always tryna copy but Ima delete them
Yeah
Don't Want no, smoke
I just want all of the dough
Don't you fall in love
Cause a nigga don't want your love
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah huh Tee
I'm tryna fuck that bitch hope she don't fall in love, Yeah
Still gotta count my bread like track star run it up, Yeah
I gotta get this shit no other options bruh, Yeah
Mmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Mmmmm
Yeah
Turn up on these pussy niggas ima get that cash
On all of these pussy niggas they be talking trash
Yeah you come homies with em I'm too quick to blast
Maybe I should take a minute fuck that I'm gon' pass
No time to deal with it
If you ain't talking about that money, bread then that convo finished
I'm tryna fuck that bitch
Don't stop til' I'm finished
Balenci all my drippings
First there was no hoes was in mentions
Now they all back for them digits
I can't have nothing in my way gotta move it
Straight like that aye get right to it uh
Remember them pounds I was moving uh
Spending all bread going stupid
Shh, quiet was all my movements
Young nigga rich and ruthless
Been telling you what the truth is
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah huh Tee
I'm tryna fuck that bitch hope she don't fall in love, Yeah
Still gotta count my bread like track star run it up, Yeah
I gotta get this shit no other options bruh, Yeah
Mmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Mmmmm
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Writer(s): Nicholas Santos
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