Shakin' It

She shakin' ass, I want all of it uh
I want a lot of it
We makin' bread when we walk in the spot, its a move
I don't me a scholarship
I want the cash, I want all of it uh
I want a lot of it
Shout out to shawty
We just hit rodeo and walked out of Prada wit all the fits

We winning they ain't it ain't beef, its just jealousy
Cruisin round town in a jeep wit the leather seats
Out in LA, you can't say you're ahead of me
Post on the gram just to look like I'm heavenly
Saturday night, whats the move where we headed b
Roll-on his ass, I keep makin new enemies
Bet on Donny cause he hang wit the better team
Cooked up the game, when I dropped my new recipe
She went away cause i told her
30 points up finish out wit a floater
He overrated, he sound like a motor
If its really a problem, check in when its over
Don't gotta cap, but I'm fitted
Feelin' like ye wit the shit that I've written
Skat on the road, I could never be kiddin'
Flow not for sale, why the fuck you start bidding
I'm in a kat fuck a focus
Fucked on yo girl, she was callin' you bogus
I'm really him
You can see I'm the oldest
Youngest mf, but I'm always the boldest
I don't be movin' too much
I just kick it at home wit my lady, you know that it's really up
Slow down you doin too much
Imma hit from the back and she say that I'm fuckin her stummy up

She shakin' ass, I want all of it uh
I want alot of it
We makin' bread when we walk in the spot, its a move
I don't me a scholarship
I want the cash, I want all of it uh
I want alot of it
Shout out to shawty
We just hit rodeo and walked out of Prada wit all the fits

Come get yo girlfriend, she fuck wit my chorus yuh
She said you act like a Taurus yuh
I don't got time for like nun of that shit
Tryna fuck wit the gang but you bore us yuh
Woke up to the smoke cause I never been pussy
They fuck wit the kid in the party come looky
What the fuck is a mitch, man that nigga a rookie
Yo TikTok is poppin', whatchu want a cookie?
List of the greats, number 10 in the book
AMG leather, to match wit the look
I got the ricks in the back of my trunk
Just in case any nigga gon wanna get took
You say you pullin' up, boy yeah you better be
Ill be on the porch, wit like 8 of my crooks
They really thinkin' they got up ahead of me
Wait till i lap em, and they gon be shook
I don't got shooters, I knock on yo door yuh
Let's see where it go
Don't try to test me i been on the road yuh
But you never know
Paper and pen, and they gon watch me grow yuh
Put this shit in a note
I'm gone be one of the greatest, this shit in my favor
It's a fact, im just lettin you know
(Peace)



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Writer(s): Donovan Dones
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