Do the Dash
Oh yeah you snapped with this one
(If I do the dash 12 gon' catch me with some papers
If I do the dash 12 gon' catch me with some papers)
If I do the dash 12 gon' catch me with them papers
Nigga fuck my past they gon' see me on the Fader
Walk around with some cash and these hoes they want some favors
I had to drop that bag cause that money on the table
(Damn)
Hoes be fake just like a fable
I don't need no label yeah they know I'm able
Bitch I'm staying stable she think that I'm an a hole
Fly as fuck I'm laying low cause they want my bankroll
Foreign bih she look like Pocahontas
Yeah she bad as fuck I might fly her out to Bahamas
Shorty tryna eat I might just take her to Benihana's
No Miami Heat I'm heating up just like it's lava
She wanna have a feast she sipping on juice just like its guava
Why these bitches want beef I'm way too busy counting up this guala
Fuck my math class I just really want them commas
Cop some Ferragamo
Ridin' round town can't be caught in no drama
If I do the dash 12 gon' catch me with them papers
Nigga fuck my past they gon' see me on the fader
Walk round with some cash and these hoes they want some favors
I had to drop that bag cause that money on the table
(If I do the dash 12 gon' catch me with some papers
If I do the dash 12 gon' catch me with some papers)
If I do the dash 12 gon' catch me with them papers
Nigga fuck my past they gon' see me on the Fader
Walk around with some cash and these hoes they want some favors
I had to drop that bag cause that money on the table
(Damn)
Hoes be fake just like a fable
I don't need no label yeah they know I'm able
Bitch I'm staying stable she think that I'm an a hole
Fly as fuck I'm laying low cause they want my bankroll
Foreign bih she look like Pocahontas
Yeah she bad as fuck I might fly her out to Bahamas
Shorty tryna eat I might just take her to Benihana's
No Miami Heat I'm heating up just like it's lava
She wanna have a feast she sipping on juice just like its guava
Why these bitches want beef I'm way too busy counting up this guala
Fuck my math class I just really want them commas
Cop some Ferragamo
Ridin' round town can't be caught in no drama
If I do the dash 12 gon' catch me with them papers
Nigga fuck my past they gon' see me on the fader
Walk round with some cash and these hoes they want some favors
I had to drop that bag cause that money on the table
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Writer(s): Ralph Mitial
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