Park
Why does nobody pull up to the park anymore
Why does nobody want to smoke a dart in the dark
Nigga what the fucks your problem
Why you pussy, why you soft
I thought I knew you better
You my brother, you my dog
Nigga if you want beef
I could catch you at the mall
You will never see it coming
Keep the toolie in my draws
I was dodging all the bodies
When it rained and it poured
But I'll meet you in the middle
Catch you lacking in the storm
When I
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I did, I fucking did it for the bag
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I do, I fucking do it for the bag
I am a terrorist
Came with the bass, and it's bombing the planet
This one for the century
One for the grandest
That heavy metal
It makes me feel manic
Came with a plan
I thought that you had it
Look at my bitch
I got the baddest
Got a new whip
I drive the fastest
Foreign lil bitch
Tongue roll-on on the clit
She quiere this dick
When she speaking Spanish
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I did, I fucking did it for the bag
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I do, I fucking do it for the bag
You know I'm still the same nigga you grew up with right
I'm just different
In them skin tight clothes she gone make my day
Might drag her by the toe if she give good brain
That eenie minie hoe just left my place
Bouta pass her like the rock when I my play 2k
But when I called that bitch a slut
Everybody wanna get upset
Don't wanna love her wanna fuck her when I'm in my head
None of the bitches in the club really got my respect
Don't wanna know how many niggas gunning for my neck
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I did, I fucking did it for the bag
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I do, I fucking do it for the bag
You know I'm still the same nigga you grew up with, right
I'm just different
Yea, digital dash that boy he the fastest
Woah
If she's made of plastic, that is not fashion
Hoe
Like give me the xannies, run up your granny
Woah
My face in her panties, I'm about to vanish ghost
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I did, I fucking did it for the bag
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I do, I fucking do it for the bag
Why does nobody want to smoke a dart in the dark
Nigga what the fucks your problem
Why you pussy, why you soft
I thought I knew you better
You my brother, you my dog
Nigga if you want beef
I could catch you at the mall
You will never see it coming
Keep the toolie in my draws
I was dodging all the bodies
When it rained and it poured
But I'll meet you in the middle
Catch you lacking in the storm
When I
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I did, I fucking did it for the bag
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I do, I fucking do it for the bag
I am a terrorist
Came with the bass, and it's bombing the planet
This one for the century
One for the grandest
That heavy metal
It makes me feel manic
Came with a plan
I thought that you had it
Look at my bitch
I got the baddest
Got a new whip
I drive the fastest
Foreign lil bitch
Tongue roll-on on the clit
She quiere this dick
When she speaking Spanish
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I did, I fucking did it for the bag
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I do, I fucking do it for the bag
You know I'm still the same nigga you grew up with right
I'm just different
In them skin tight clothes she gone make my day
Might drag her by the toe if she give good brain
That eenie minie hoe just left my place
Bouta pass her like the rock when I my play 2k
But when I called that bitch a slut
Everybody wanna get upset
Don't wanna love her wanna fuck her when I'm in my head
None of the bitches in the club really got my respect
Don't wanna know how many niggas gunning for my neck
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I did, I fucking did it for the bag
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I do, I fucking do it for the bag
You know I'm still the same nigga you grew up with, right
I'm just different
Yea, digital dash that boy he the fastest
Woah
If she's made of plastic, that is not fashion
Hoe
Like give me the xannies, run up your granny
Woah
My face in her panties, I'm about to vanish ghost
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I did, I fucking did it for the bag
Move a lot of
Spend a lot of
Count a lot of cash
Everything I do, I fucking do it for the bag
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Goins
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