Yewande
Yeah (Hahahaha)
We done killed this beat
Sorry for your loss
Dragas Dempa and Jmoney
Aye, TRD, Aye
Aye Aye J, Money, aye aye
Whooaa
I guess you know the mission
Don't ask no question (Nooo)
Yewande got my back on my skin like lotion (Hhmmm)
We up for business, causing this commotion
Getting lighted up am paining like abortion
Back to the point, gold on my neck
Am taking the risks, am finna get the check
So what's up mummy
Whatchu sipping darling
Chose these fools' confusing gonna getchu lose the fuse (Sharmuta)
We young, we handsome, we clean, we platnum
Tryna bet my money oh her
Yeah she got the eyes roller
Slo mo
No mo
Homo
She said
I bet you got them bitches givin' them heads anytime you want 'em
She a type bitch make a homo nigga go straight
Oh for real?
Only dollar bills in my fuckin' wallet
Only thing these niggas wanna see is how you miss it (Miss the target)
We got so much love, we done show it y'all
These bitches done made us panthers, we bake cakes
Same girl
Oh no
Bitch go
Hell no
Yewande wassup Mummy? Jmoney!
Moving sonic, blue faces,
I need more exotics
No time for breaks.
Got no time for stalling
Fill the tank we out til the morning
Ma hoes are bad ma main be a godass
Steady Counting wins they be counting loses
Got purple haze while I sip on potion
Don't ask where I'm from, you know ma citi poison
Once I pic it up bet I never drop it
Hold up patients
See the cash I take it
Gangster can not fake it
So hustle pray they we make it
Smokey, wavey
No trust they betray me
Shawty bby
So I pull out on it crazy
Gimme the Money and speed it up
You be talking kinda Hella loud
I pull out the semi and heat it up
This a shout out to my homies
The ones that never ever sold me out
Feed my family's what I'm all about
I ain't stopping nigga till we balling out
Hit the stage and I shut it down
I'ts ain't even take a minute
Watch your girl when we in it
We probably gave her BBC and a Hennessy
Y'all tryna run these streets
I'm on the beat and I run till I bleed these feet
Can't just forget deceit
But it's all good I'm all about the cheques like FNB can't catch a G
Blunt and Henney and I passed out
Smoking reefah kinda mad loud
I just wanna make my dad proud
Fuck the law, we aint turning down
Blunt and Henney and I passed out
Smoking reefah kinda mad loud
I just wanna make my dad proud
Fuck the law, we aint turning down
We done killed this beat
Sorry for your loss
Dragas Dempa and Jmoney
Aye, TRD, Aye
Aye Aye J, Money, aye aye
Whooaa
I guess you know the mission
Don't ask no question (Nooo)
Yewande got my back on my skin like lotion (Hhmmm)
We up for business, causing this commotion
Getting lighted up am paining like abortion
Back to the point, gold on my neck
Am taking the risks, am finna get the check
So what's up mummy
Whatchu sipping darling
Chose these fools' confusing gonna getchu lose the fuse (Sharmuta)
We young, we handsome, we clean, we platnum
Tryna bet my money oh her
Yeah she got the eyes roller
Slo mo
No mo
Homo
She said
I bet you got them bitches givin' them heads anytime you want 'em
She a type bitch make a homo nigga go straight
Oh for real?
Only dollar bills in my fuckin' wallet
Only thing these niggas wanna see is how you miss it (Miss the target)
We got so much love, we done show it y'all
These bitches done made us panthers, we bake cakes
Same girl
Oh no
Bitch go
Hell no
Yewande wassup Mummy? Jmoney!
Moving sonic, blue faces,
I need more exotics
No time for breaks.
Got no time for stalling
Fill the tank we out til the morning
Ma hoes are bad ma main be a godass
Steady Counting wins they be counting loses
Got purple haze while I sip on potion
Don't ask where I'm from, you know ma citi poison
Once I pic it up bet I never drop it
Hold up patients
See the cash I take it
Gangster can not fake it
So hustle pray they we make it
Smokey, wavey
No trust they betray me
Shawty bby
So I pull out on it crazy
Gimme the Money and speed it up
You be talking kinda Hella loud
I pull out the semi and heat it up
This a shout out to my homies
The ones that never ever sold me out
Feed my family's what I'm all about
I ain't stopping nigga till we balling out
Hit the stage and I shut it down
I'ts ain't even take a minute
Watch your girl when we in it
We probably gave her BBC and a Hennessy
Y'all tryna run these streets
I'm on the beat and I run till I bleed these feet
Can't just forget deceit
But it's all good I'm all about the cheques like FNB can't catch a G
Blunt and Henney and I passed out
Smoking reefah kinda mad loud
I just wanna make my dad proud
Fuck the law, we aint turning down
Blunt and Henney and I passed out
Smoking reefah kinda mad loud
I just wanna make my dad proud
Fuck the law, we aint turning down
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Writer(s): Joseph Leandre
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