Rush
Aye
Woah (Uh huh)
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah (Uh huh)
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
(Soul please)
Told em' don't hit my phone
If you ain't talkin' bout money shut up
Different color my cup
I'm not using Faygo i'm using a Crush
Way too high bitch i walk with a crutch
And none of my niggas is pussy we rush
Man that nigga be broke so that boy in a rut
And i'm all in her throat that bih bet not throw up
Damn
I done made more money than i ever had this year(Ever had) (Soul please)
This is the face of a nigga that woke up with bands, i just look in the mirror (Go)
All of the niggas that hated they see that i'm shining i'm breaking they spirit (Woah)
Aye all of the niggas that claimed they was better than me see i'm up and they fear it
No this ain't MLB but i hit me a home run (Home run)
Fucked on that bitch a while ago, She said i ain't hit it in 4 months (Yeah)
I'm at the top of the food chain, All of these niggas be lookin' like cold cuts
She said she wanna give me some head, i hit her back swiftly tell her to go nuts (Tell her to go nuts)
Told em' don't hit my phone
If you ain't talkin' bout money shut up
Different color my cup
I'm not using faygo i'm using a crush
Way too high bitch i walk with a crutch
And none of my niggas is pussy we rush
Man that nigga be broke so that boy in a rut
And i'm all in her throat that bih bet not throw up
Everyday different amounts
Oh that's yo bitch why i'm all in her mouth?
I'm all at the function she scoping me out
I feel like this football we runnin' them routes
We came from the north bring them packs to the south
Ima Joli garçon (Joli garçon Joli garçon)
I got me a bitch out in Italy
After i'm done tell her Ciao
I know these niggas be sick
Can't get rid of me
Niggas be actin' like bitches they pout
I'm thinkin' bout money(Facts)
Bitch fuck all the clout
I'm rollin' off X bitch i'm high as a cloud
Bitch i feel like a kangaroo glock in the pouch
She checkin' my stats like she was a scout
I don't even know how you do it
If i was you i'd kick that bitch out
I'd embarrass that bitch, Send that bitch outta town
Told em' don't hit my phone
If you ain't talkin' bout money shut up
Different color my cup
I'm not using faygo i'm using a crush
Way too high bitch i walk with a crutch
And none of my niggas is pussy we rush
Man that nigga be broke so that boy in a rut
And i'm all in her throat that bih bet not throw up
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
(Soul please)
Woah (Uh huh)
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah (Uh huh)
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
(Soul please)
Told em' don't hit my phone
If you ain't talkin' bout money shut up
Different color my cup
I'm not using Faygo i'm using a Crush
Way too high bitch i walk with a crutch
And none of my niggas is pussy we rush
Man that nigga be broke so that boy in a rut
And i'm all in her throat that bih bet not throw up
Damn
I done made more money than i ever had this year(Ever had) (Soul please)
This is the face of a nigga that woke up with bands, i just look in the mirror (Go)
All of the niggas that hated they see that i'm shining i'm breaking they spirit (Woah)
Aye all of the niggas that claimed they was better than me see i'm up and they fear it
No this ain't MLB but i hit me a home run (Home run)
Fucked on that bitch a while ago, She said i ain't hit it in 4 months (Yeah)
I'm at the top of the food chain, All of these niggas be lookin' like cold cuts
She said she wanna give me some head, i hit her back swiftly tell her to go nuts (Tell her to go nuts)
Told em' don't hit my phone
If you ain't talkin' bout money shut up
Different color my cup
I'm not using faygo i'm using a crush
Way too high bitch i walk with a crutch
And none of my niggas is pussy we rush
Man that nigga be broke so that boy in a rut
And i'm all in her throat that bih bet not throw up
Everyday different amounts
Oh that's yo bitch why i'm all in her mouth?
I'm all at the function she scoping me out
I feel like this football we runnin' them routes
We came from the north bring them packs to the south
Ima Joli garçon (Joli garçon Joli garçon)
I got me a bitch out in Italy
After i'm done tell her Ciao
I know these niggas be sick
Can't get rid of me
Niggas be actin' like bitches they pout
I'm thinkin' bout money(Facts)
Bitch fuck all the clout
I'm rollin' off X bitch i'm high as a cloud
Bitch i feel like a kangaroo glock in the pouch
She checkin' my stats like she was a scout
I don't even know how you do it
If i was you i'd kick that bitch out
I'd embarrass that bitch, Send that bitch outta town
Told em' don't hit my phone
If you ain't talkin' bout money shut up
Different color my cup
I'm not using faygo i'm using a crush
Way too high bitch i walk with a crutch
And none of my niggas is pussy we rush
Man that nigga be broke so that boy in a rut
And i'm all in her throat that bih bet not throw up
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
(Soul please)
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Writer(s): Paul Hudson, Jason Gilbert, Stephan Cottrell, Lonney Mcfield
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