Woah

Woah, uh, woah woah, hey, yah
Yah, yah

I got all this freaky hoes sucking on my dick, yeah
I got nothing but a glock so u don't fuck with me, yeah
I've been making money, I can't stop until I'm rich, hey
I think I got butter fingers, 'cause I keep dropping shit

I keep flexing like woah
I keep having style
Doing business, fuck those pills, I think I'm alright
I keep flexing like woah
I keep having style
I can't sleep at all, all night I be counting cash

I fucking did it
Look at my clothes I be dripping
Sipping lean 'till I'm dreaming
In my bed making lyrics
Telling your bitch to be quiet
She's asking for money, no problem
Look at my drip, I be feeling me
On the studio making fire

Making bangers on the club
Having Fruity loops
Drowning on the drugs
I can keep my cool
Got another blunt
Why my water is not blue?
Swimming on that pussy like a pool
Sticky like glue

I keep flexing like woah
I keep having style
Doing business, fuck those pills, I think I'm alright
I keep flexing like woah
I keep having style
I can't sleep at all, all night I be counting cash

I keep flexing like woah
I keep having style
Doing business, fuck those pills, I think I'm alright
I keep flexing like woah
I keep having style
I can't sleep at all, all night I be counting cash

I do be flexing a lot
Somebody stop me
Okay, I gotta do something
Maybe make it rain or something
Fuck it, I'ma stop this shit
You already know it's a hit
Hey baby, I'm so clean
I don't think I'm even real
Hey

Too young!



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Writer(s): Patricio Castillo
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