Fever
I'm getting hot, it's not a fever
I'm Working hard i don't need a breather
I want my money to come in like cheetahs
I see that they watching i call them some peepers
Like a guard i be on point
I don't be dissing nobody so don't even try me
Cause you can get smoked like a joint
And my niggas go for me just off a point
That money convo i be with it
New car just came in and i had got it tinted
I'm cruising the city i came with the blicky
They be like that boy he right there kinda tricky
Gotta do it for my dawg
I ain't seen my brother in a minute cause he been behind the walls
And they say I'm the one
But i feel like the shit so I'm shittin on y'all
(Aye)
See if ima change then it's for the better and not for the worst
I be hitting that pussy in all angles they calling me kurt (aye)
And these niggas be typing
I'm surprised that they fingers don't hurt (aye)
I'm getting this money
Tryna get me a milly like durk (aye)
I'm rocking this fendi
See i got designer on my body
Pull up in a fast car they ain't know that was a Maserati
I got me a bad bitch she exotic man check out her body
The opps they want come in this party
They know we'll like up the party
I'm getting hot, it's not a fever
I'm Working hard i don't need a breather
I want my money to come in like cheetahs
I see that they watching i call them some peepers
Like a guard i be on point
I don't be dissing nobody so don't even try me
Cause you can get smoked like a joint
And my niggas go for me just off a point
We got hella bitches in the lobby
Nigga tried me now he sorry
He ain't even know i popped him like a molly
We finna turn up
Everybody got they funds
Everybody got a lil gun tuck
They call me the sun I'm on the come up
Now she wanna hang wanna cum huh
Hot nigga don't care about no summer
Ride around feeling like I'm Obama
Chopper go yea it sound like a drum huh
Yea I'm turning up
Three grams in the wood what I'm rolling up
He say he got the money but he ain't got enough
And I ain't talking cause talking is not enough
See he talking like it's up then you know it's up
And i ain't finna fight with you so i gotta gun
And he can't do it like me watch i get it done
Man these niggas not real man these niggas bluff
I'm tryna make this money i want a lot of stuff
I'm Working hard i don't need a breather
I want my money to come in like cheetahs
I see that they watching i call them some peepers
Like a guard i be on point
I don't be dissing nobody so don't even try me
Cause you can get smoked like a joint
And my niggas go for me just off a point
That money convo i be with it
New car just came in and i had got it tinted
I'm cruising the city i came with the blicky
They be like that boy he right there kinda tricky
Gotta do it for my dawg
I ain't seen my brother in a minute cause he been behind the walls
And they say I'm the one
But i feel like the shit so I'm shittin on y'all
(Aye)
See if ima change then it's for the better and not for the worst
I be hitting that pussy in all angles they calling me kurt (aye)
And these niggas be typing
I'm surprised that they fingers don't hurt (aye)
I'm getting this money
Tryna get me a milly like durk (aye)
I'm rocking this fendi
See i got designer on my body
Pull up in a fast car they ain't know that was a Maserati
I got me a bad bitch she exotic man check out her body
The opps they want come in this party
They know we'll like up the party
I'm getting hot, it's not a fever
I'm Working hard i don't need a breather
I want my money to come in like cheetahs
I see that they watching i call them some peepers
Like a guard i be on point
I don't be dissing nobody so don't even try me
Cause you can get smoked like a joint
And my niggas go for me just off a point
We got hella bitches in the lobby
Nigga tried me now he sorry
He ain't even know i popped him like a molly
We finna turn up
Everybody got they funds
Everybody got a lil gun tuck
They call me the sun I'm on the come up
Now she wanna hang wanna cum huh
Hot nigga don't care about no summer
Ride around feeling like I'm Obama
Chopper go yea it sound like a drum huh
Yea I'm turning up
Three grams in the wood what I'm rolling up
He say he got the money but he ain't got enough
And I ain't talking cause talking is not enough
See he talking like it's up then you know it's up
And i ain't finna fight with you so i gotta gun
And he can't do it like me watch i get it done
Man these niggas not real man these niggas bluff
I'm tryna make this money i want a lot of stuff
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Writer(s): Shelton Chambers
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