So What
Grrah-Grrah
Get money I ain't trappin
I could talk on this shit, I ain't chatting
And shorty she fine beat the back in
Gotta work for this shit I ain't slacking
Niggas thinking they funny, I ain't laughing
Like damn, Ima do what I do
You don't see me with him then you know we not cool
Tryna play me and shit, I ain't booboo the fool
Get money
Niggas chatting and shit but they bummy
If I put you on, better learn from me
I been chilling feeling like I'm bill
Feeling like he Chris, hit him just like Will
And she want love, fuck her for the thrill
Chasing for the bag, only want a mil
How you tryna tell me how I gotta feel, like
Wock in the cup, pour up
He gotta bag, so what
I don't really care if I blow up
She all on my dick, give the throat up
(Niggas tryna dap me, I don't know them)
(Niggas moving funny Ima show them)
(Niggas moving funny Ima show them)
Get money
Niggas chatting and shit but they bummy
If I put you on, better learn from me
I been chilling feeling like I'm bill
Feeling like he Chris, hit him just like Will
And she want love, fuck her for the thrill
Chasing for the bag, only want a mil
(Chasing for the bag, only want a mil)
Get money I ain't trappin
I could talk on this shit, I ain't chatting
And shorty she fine beat the back in
Gotta work for this shit I ain't slacking
Niggas thinking they funny, I ain't laughing
Like damn, Ima do what I do
You don't see me with him then you know we not cool
Tryna play me and shit, I ain't booboo the fool
Get money
Niggas chatting and shit but they bummy
If I put you on, better learn from me
I been chilling feeling like I'm bill
Feeling like he Chris, hit him just like Will
And she want love, fuck her for the thrill
Chasing for the bag, only want a mil
How you tryna tell me how I gotta feel, like
Wock in the cup, pour up
He gotta bag, so what
I don't really care if I blow up
She all on my dick, give the throat up
(Niggas tryna dap me, I don't know them)
(Niggas moving funny Ima show them)
(Niggas moving funny Ima show them)
Get money
Niggas chatting and shit but they bummy
If I put you on, better learn from me
I been chilling feeling like I'm bill
Feeling like he Chris, hit him just like Will
And she want love, fuck her for the thrill
Chasing for the bag, only want a mil
(Chasing for the bag, only want a mil)
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Writer(s): Shvde
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