On Eem Body
Yea he told me get up
Get yo' bread up
Know it hold a hundred rounds inside the berretta
Put some double V's in the chop make it a shredda
This that Louis V got the cash I got the chedda'
Yea stacking up this cheese watch it crumble like some fetta
Boy I'm fed up
Yea I'm fed up
Everytime I see that shawty I'ma shine I might get her
Get some lettuce uh
(Get some lettuce)
Got me lettuce
(Got me lettuce)
She be blowing up my phone to toss the lettuce
(To toss the lettuce)
A Ferrari in the garage
I'm out here rocking Goyard
I just caught a body I ain't playing man I told y'all
You against us or you for us
I'm with my girl like Sora
We gon' take you in the back you gon' need a map like Dora
She in it yea
(She in it yea)
Yea inna Tonka I'ma blast in a flair
In the air yea
(In the air yea)
Purple Gatti's on my body it ain't fair
Feel like lice way I shot 'em in the hair
We gon' get 'em flying like a kite up in the air
I'm stingy with my bread Nah I ain't tryna share
Please excuse my manners I ain't heard what you said?
Yea he told me get up
Get yo' bread up
Know it hold a hundred rounds inside the berretta
Put some double V's in the chop make it a shredda
This that Louis V got the cash I got the chedda'
Yea stacking up this cheese watch it crumble like some fetta
Boy I'm fed up
Yea I'm fed up
Everytime I see that shawty I'ma shine I might get her
Get some lettuce uh
(Get some lettuce)
Got me lettuce
(Got me lettuce)
She be blowing up my phone to toss the lettuce
(To toss the lettuce)
Get yo' bread up
Know it hold a hundred rounds inside the berretta
Put some double V's in the chop make it a shredda
This that Louis V got the cash I got the chedda'
Yea stacking up this cheese watch it crumble like some fetta
Boy I'm fed up
Yea I'm fed up
Everytime I see that shawty I'ma shine I might get her
Get some lettuce uh
(Get some lettuce)
Got me lettuce
(Got me lettuce)
She be blowing up my phone to toss the lettuce
(To toss the lettuce)
A Ferrari in the garage
I'm out here rocking Goyard
I just caught a body I ain't playing man I told y'all
You against us or you for us
I'm with my girl like Sora
We gon' take you in the back you gon' need a map like Dora
She in it yea
(She in it yea)
Yea inna Tonka I'ma blast in a flair
In the air yea
(In the air yea)
Purple Gatti's on my body it ain't fair
Feel like lice way I shot 'em in the hair
We gon' get 'em flying like a kite up in the air
I'm stingy with my bread Nah I ain't tryna share
Please excuse my manners I ain't heard what you said?
Yea he told me get up
Get yo' bread up
Know it hold a hundred rounds inside the berretta
Put some double V's in the chop make it a shredda
This that Louis V got the cash I got the chedda'
Yea stacking up this cheese watch it crumble like some fetta
Boy I'm fed up
Yea I'm fed up
Everytime I see that shawty I'ma shine I might get her
Get some lettuce uh
(Get some lettuce)
Got me lettuce
(Got me lettuce)
She be blowing up my phone to toss the lettuce
(To toss the lettuce)
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Rodela
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