Oh Yeah
Tryna play me like I'm dumb
Broke boy get burnt like the sun
They know I'm one of the ones
Where I'm from gotta keep my gun
Tryna play me like I'm dumb
Broke boy get burnt like the sun
They know I'm one of the ones
Where I'm from gotta keep my gun
Catch him outside he done
I know he a bitch gone run
Say he gone slide he funny
All I know is get money
Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh
Ohhh yeah
Ohhh ohhh ohhh
Ohhh yeah
She smart as fuck and she give me knowledge
She smart as fuck and she go to college
Ski mask with new shades no stylist
Ain't got a passion he just want diamonds
That's why he ain't gone make it
Went through a lot of this shit I ain't breaking
Smoke me a blunt I gotta face it
She keep telling me tay you amazing
No I can't fall for that, no I can't fall for that, no I can't fall for that
No I'm gone fall back
Mama told me jump off the porch time to man up
Run up me a sack get my bands up
Oh he think ima hoe? Must not know I'm gone bust
On my soul I ain't going for none
On soul I ain't going for none
Chopper on me get to dumping
Say she love me how she coming?
Say he is ain't getting no money
Yea
Choppa shooting
Play with us gone shoot a movie
They know we get to it
These niggas know how we do it
Tryna play me like I'm dumb
Broke boy get burnt like the sun
They know I'm one of the ones
Where I'm from gotta keep my gun
Catch him outside he done
I know he a bitch gone run
Say he gone slide he funny
All I know is get money
Ohhh ohhh ohhh
Ohhh yeah
Ohhh ohhh ohhh
Ohhh yeah
Broke boy get burnt like the sun
They know I'm one of the ones
Where I'm from gotta keep my gun
Tryna play me like I'm dumb
Broke boy get burnt like the sun
They know I'm one of the ones
Where I'm from gotta keep my gun
Catch him outside he done
I know he a bitch gone run
Say he gone slide he funny
All I know is get money
Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh
Ohhh yeah
Ohhh ohhh ohhh
Ohhh yeah
She smart as fuck and she give me knowledge
She smart as fuck and she go to college
Ski mask with new shades no stylist
Ain't got a passion he just want diamonds
That's why he ain't gone make it
Went through a lot of this shit I ain't breaking
Smoke me a blunt I gotta face it
She keep telling me tay you amazing
No I can't fall for that, no I can't fall for that, no I can't fall for that
No I'm gone fall back
Mama told me jump off the porch time to man up
Run up me a sack get my bands up
Oh he think ima hoe? Must not know I'm gone bust
On my soul I ain't going for none
On soul I ain't going for none
Chopper on me get to dumping
Say she love me how she coming?
Say he is ain't getting no money
Yea
Choppa shooting
Play with us gone shoot a movie
They know we get to it
These niggas know how we do it
Tryna play me like I'm dumb
Broke boy get burnt like the sun
They know I'm one of the ones
Where I'm from gotta keep my gun
Catch him outside he done
I know he a bitch gone run
Say he gone slide he funny
All I know is get money
Ohhh ohhh ohhh
Ohhh yeah
Ohhh ohhh ohhh
Ohhh yeah
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Writer(s): Diontae Waldrup
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