Calm Money (feat. Jayo)
Yea
Im like
Yea
We gonna run this shit up
I keep like two hoes right in the cut
I know they lying i'm callin they bluff
That nigga broke that boy outta luck
I gotta few niggas hatin like cuz i got they bitches on me
Over here she know it's sanctioned like cuz she wanna ballin with the team
I can't be broke i'm flipping them packs
If i lose it all i'm getting it back
Ain't hit the booth ina min but shit is too easy so ima just walk ona track
After the stu get a telly then link me a wetty so i could just blow out her back
All of my niggas is ready and aiming it steady move wrong and we aim for the cap
Like hold on
Wait
Im off the drank and I can't feel my face
Shorty out here talking crazy when she was just eating i swear that this shit a disgrace
I been focused on this bready whenever you ready to get it just swing me a chase
I'm still that regular back then from trenches but now I pull up in a rafe
I'm pullin up w sum big shit
Big shit that leave a nigga wig split
I'm feelin this hoe but that bitch do not listen
Bitch bad like a mf misfit
She wanna chill cuz i ball like the pistons
And she get nasty like chitlins
I pop a yerk n i go on a mission
Like
She tryna come get this business
When go i leave she start callin she missin me
And it just dawned on me
Ain't that ya girl y that bitch keep talking to me
Y that bitch callin me
When we start fuckin i'm strokin her softly
Now that bitch fallin for me
Ha nigga mad that i'm drippin n flossin things
He can't afford those things
Im like
Yea
We gonna run this shit up
I keep like two hoes right in the cut
I know they lying i'm callin they bluff
That nigga broke that boy outta luck
I gotta few niggas hatin like cuz i got they bitches on me
Over here she know it's sanctioned like cuz she wanna ballin with the team
I can't be broke i'm flipping them packs
If i lose it all i'm getting it back
Ain't hit the booth ina min but shit is too easy so ima just walk ona track
After the stu get a telly then link me a wetty so i could just blow out her back
All of my niggas is ready and aiming it steady move wrong and we aim for the cap
Like hold on
Wait
Im off the drank and I can't feel my face
Shorty out here talking crazy when she was just eating i swear that this shit a disgrace
I been focused on this bready whenever you ready to get it just swing me a chase
I'm still that regular back then from trenches but now I pull up in a rafe
I'm pullin up w sum big shit
Big shit that leave a nigga wig split
I'm feelin this hoe but that bitch do not listen
Bitch bad like a mf misfit
She wanna chill cuz i ball like the pistons
And she get nasty like chitlins
I pop a yerk n i go on a mission
Like
She tryna come get this business
When go i leave she start callin she missin me
And it just dawned on me
Ain't that ya girl y that bitch keep talking to me
Y that bitch callin me
When we start fuckin i'm strokin her softly
Now that bitch fallin for me
Ha nigga mad that i'm drippin n flossin things
He can't afford those things
Credits
Writer(s): Donavon James
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