This What I’m Bout

I got drugs
I got money
Let's get it
Huh
Huh

Drugs coming in like I'm fucking with the cartel
In shape pushing weight like a barbell
Getting money getting cake call it carvel
Fuck a shady ass deal like a car sale
Let me hoe handle yards like a garden tool
Got my birds in the field like a cardinal
Women ride cause attraction like a carnival
Head gotta be superb remarkable

I got drugs money hoes
I love women cars clothes
I do parties tours shows
I catch licks stops zoes
I got drugs money hoes
I love women cars clothes
I do parties tours shows
I catch licks stops Zoe's
This what I'm bout

Skirt skirt skirt skirt skirt in the driveway
Wake it up when I take it on the highway
Snakes on designer Medusa Versace the Gucci
Amiri the gammo cavalli
The fendi the g start the Hermes I body
Then throw on some feet's and I fuck up a party
Bring in the bottles and bring in the shotty
Don't ask how we got it just know that's it's by me
Ain't slipping on tour when a fuck nigga try me
He hit up my Telly get hit in the lobby
Shooting straight crack like it's Whitney and Bobby
A hill figure nigga might catch me in tommy
Lick after lick after lick call them lollies
Hit one going for days like a Molly
Stop after stop like I'm driving a trolley
Flow got my green on that giant im jolly
My green is too spicy my flavor wasabi
Throw up my horns and salute all my bophies
I'm running this shit you would think I'm gaddafi
That money that power respect for my posse
Digital currency bit and satoshi
I cooked the beef and ya grill like hibachi
Then schedule some yoga massages and tychy
I face my demons so who gonna stop me

I got drugs money hoes
I love women cars clothes
I do parties tours shows
I catch licks stops zoes
I got drugs money hoes
I love women cars clothes
I do parties tours shows
I catch licks stops Zoe's
This what I'm bout



Credits
Writer(s): Carl Williams
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