MY Summary
I been caked I ain't never studying no bitch
By tomorrow I been sold all this shit
By tomorrow I be done had me another shipment
By tomorrow I be done had me another bitch in
Say they feeling like the old PT I can't say that
You ain't even sold enough weed definitely ain't sold enough crack
Bitch you human how the fuck you done turned to a rat
I was fourteen with my own shit in the trap
Too much drop too much cocaine in here
Momma Dee Dee girl said y'all can it baby boy I got to dip
Down here we keep smoke in bags or on our hip
and on G, I CL I been trapping since by Jips
Me and TJ snorting Caine all night Monday through Sunday
Ran up a couple hundred thousand then spent on red monkeys
Me and C5 on the Ave we had Mr. George porch jumping
Now I scuff up Diors and holler out nigga that ain't no money
Ain't no more free Ralph
RIP to Red I give my life to have yours back
If you didn't have no Mr. Lewis house you really wasn't in trap
I'm back on they ass what they talking bout
I go deaf when a nigga talk bout a drought
I got left you ain't talking the right amount
By myself I went did this and made it out
Ball like Shep at the rim and I'm faded now
I didn't mess with her friend we just slayed her out
You can keep that pussy just bring your mouth
Got my lane in this road and I made a route
I don't teller when talking bout bank amounts
You will lay up and pillow talk on the couch
While she tell us the cash at your momma house
We ain't talking bout P I'm about different letter
Don't know nothing but G as in get the cheddar
Kept my up head through the rain or the storm whatever
Now Burberry umbrellas for stormy weather
Yea, yea, yea, yea
And I'm a be honest
If you ain't doing nothing else, better go get you some money
If you ain't talking bout no check, I'm gonna need hooked on phonics
If she ain't talking bout no neck, she gone get left at Sonics
All this shit on my chest look like a cold tsunami
I can't say I'm up next cause I been in here running
I can't talk about the rest cause we all gone get money
I can't say I'm the best cause I'm like a God or something
By tomorrow I been sold all this shit
By tomorrow I be done had me another shipment
By tomorrow I be done had me another bitch in
Say they feeling like the old PT I can't say that
You ain't even sold enough weed definitely ain't sold enough crack
Bitch you human how the fuck you done turned to a rat
I was fourteen with my own shit in the trap
Too much drop too much cocaine in here
Momma Dee Dee girl said y'all can it baby boy I got to dip
Down here we keep smoke in bags or on our hip
and on G, I CL I been trapping since by Jips
Me and TJ snorting Caine all night Monday through Sunday
Ran up a couple hundred thousand then spent on red monkeys
Me and C5 on the Ave we had Mr. George porch jumping
Now I scuff up Diors and holler out nigga that ain't no money
Ain't no more free Ralph
RIP to Red I give my life to have yours back
If you didn't have no Mr. Lewis house you really wasn't in trap
I'm back on they ass what they talking bout
I go deaf when a nigga talk bout a drought
I got left you ain't talking the right amount
By myself I went did this and made it out
Ball like Shep at the rim and I'm faded now
I didn't mess with her friend we just slayed her out
You can keep that pussy just bring your mouth
Got my lane in this road and I made a route
I don't teller when talking bout bank amounts
You will lay up and pillow talk on the couch
While she tell us the cash at your momma house
We ain't talking bout P I'm about different letter
Don't know nothing but G as in get the cheddar
Kept my up head through the rain or the storm whatever
Now Burberry umbrellas for stormy weather
Yea, yea, yea, yea
And I'm a be honest
If you ain't doing nothing else, better go get you some money
If you ain't talking bout no check, I'm gonna need hooked on phonics
If she ain't talking bout no neck, she gone get left at Sonics
All this shit on my chest look like a cold tsunami
I can't say I'm up next cause I been in here running
I can't talk about the rest cause we all gone get money
I can't say I'm the best cause I'm like a God or something
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Writer(s): Brendon Smith
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