I Done Made A Lot

I done made a lot
Money all I think about
Money all I dream about
If you a broke bitch swag ain't reaching out
Audi coupe drop the top
Pull up on dub floats poking out
A yearly salary dropped it on a watch
Couple hundred thousand dropped it on a spot
I keep that Glock cocked when I leave the spot
Stupid swag want the top
I want the cash cheese the knots the guap
Trap like frog I can make the block hop
Thus mean open shop
Strip club Shawty put the money on her twat
All I smoke is crops
Moving thru the blocks
White girl and that white rock
I feel like Dr. Dre mixed with Tupac

Strapped up with two Glocks
Two knots sixty shots
Black Belaire ace of spades pop the top
Don Julio patron Moet and Cîroc
Even got vodka with eggnog
Chopper spit so fast call it sonic the hedgehog
Gas cloud so thick look like a black fog

I go hunting in Africa and shoot me a hog
Great Dane pit bull German Shepard my dogs
Even if I go broke swag nigga still gone ball
IPhone five s strictly for the goon call
Track phone out of town number for the plug call
Roll so many blunts nigga till the bud gone
I can do this all day this just a 4 minute song
Ratchet bitches in my inbox posting on my wall

Like bitch why you mad at me what you expect me to call
Couple bolts and screws loose so swag is off the wall
In my Shawty low voice I done done it all
True religion jeans, Hollister draws
Red wing snap back, briteling watch, Gucci cologne
Seven grams of that white, seven grams of the strong
Thirty-five thousand feet, swag get his soar on
Five seventy two big block super charged all chrome

Seventy three vert all gold
TVs in the doors music on explode
This a movie in this song ain't no next episode
Got to stay on your toes

So much gas in the trap like a nigga broke the stove
She badder then bad Lil momma like wow
She look good in and out her clothes
Real nails real hair nice shape cute toes

I'm a vet I'm a threat I'm a muthafucking pro
I do blow play with with my nose and that ain't on the low
This is my game nigga that's the the game go
Catch me in the cuz hood hanging with my locks

I fuck with the six I got love from the folks
SU wuu to my bloods east side bishop piru
All is well to my playa fifty-five let's make a move
Ms thirteen surenos my migos

Cocaine Redbull
Extended blunt take an extended pull
Niggas ain't got no pull
Niggas ain't got no pull
Pop a pill pop a seal codeine crazy drinking screw
I fuck with the yayo sipping syrup I don't do

Age fifteen nigga Stoopid swagg made the news
I Got caught on the grey hound on the freeway with the tool
All my life I been poor now it's time to make a move
I got jobs I got plugs and I still do what it do
I Ain't got license but I still do what it do
A chef in the kitchen nigga I'm a cooking fool
Turn that soft into hard nigga I'm a cook it thru



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Writer(s): Okye Rashad Glaze
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