THIS THAT (feat. MakcXBarsmith)
(Flex on dis)
When I see that crowd I want to scream
'Cause I remember it was me that had a dream
Yeah, it was me that wanted cream
'Cause cash rules everything around me
Yeah, I remember watching out for the police as I was listening to some Sting
Diddy remixed it
Now I'm Puffy Daddy
To these little hoes
And I'm not the caddy
Ima get rich or die trying
50 Cent plays when I'm riding
Bars bitch I'm on fire
My bitch is on a strict diet
She suck my dick and be quiet
She's probably wearing a wire
Bitches be typing, I'm not replying
Bitch I'll be vibin'
Go get them thousands, then go be silent, smokin designer
I'm not in the mood for the nonsense
I got ooze like I'm Ivan
Still got the juice like I'm highland
Pussy you salty stop rhyming I'm saucy yo soy picante
Low like my eyelids
My life be private
My main bitch be wilding
I put that time in
Side bitch be trifling
I got drip like Poseidon
Boss shit, fly on the road
And we flossin'
Makc and Mojo
Ballin', criss crossing, hezi
Hezi, hezi, hezi, hezi
But never pausing
Shot em like a possum
Shrek shit, Shrek shit
So we sauced him
Shotta fire guilloton
Shotta fire guilloton
Galloping, on top of stallions
To los palacios
That's where the palace be in
Dreams turned into reality
Fought the devil for the salary
Now she showers me
Super B Mojo
When I see that crowd I want to scream
'Cause I remember it was me that had a dream
Yeah, it was me that wanted cream
'Cause cash rules everything around me
Yeah, I remember watching out for the police as I was listening to some Sting
Diddy remixed it
Now I'm Puffy Daddy
To these little hoes
And I'm not the caddy
Ima get rich or die trying
50 Cent plays when I'm riding
Bars bitch I'm on fire
My bitch is on a strict diet
She suck my dick and be quiet
She's probably wearing a wire
Bitches be typing, I'm not replying
Bitch I'll be vibin'
Go get them thousands, then go be silent, smokin designer
I'm not in the mood for the nonsense
I got ooze like I'm Ivan
Still got the juice like I'm highland
Pussy you salty stop rhyming I'm saucy yo soy picante
Low like my eyelids
My life be private
My main bitch be wilding
I put that time in
Side bitch be trifling
I got drip like Poseidon
Boss shit, fly on the road
And we flossin'
Makc and Mojo
Ballin', criss crossing, hezi
Hezi, hezi, hezi, hezi
But never pausing
Shot em like a possum
Shrek shit, Shrek shit
So we sauced him
Shotta fire guilloton
Shotta fire guilloton
Galloping, on top of stallions
To los palacios
That's where the palace be in
Dreams turned into reality
Fought the devil for the salary
Now she showers me
Super B Mojo
Credits
Writer(s): Bradner Hill
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