Bustin Za
(Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm)
Bustin
Yeah you know I got these bitches on me and they fuckin
If you really with it gotta learn to count my money
I'm too shockin in this drip, they call me out I'm stunnin (stunnin)
When they put this shit on it's gone have the whole club jumpin
808's and it's on her face (face, face)
Yeah she givin top and she wants the tape (tape, tape, tape)
I'm like oh my god I think it can wait (wait)
Know I job I got moves to make
Runnin
Yeah I changed my style cause that old shit got too boring (boring, boring)
Only wanna ride if I pull up in a foreign
My bitch is too bad search her name and get a warrant
Wanna feel alive so I'm sippin on that Wock' (Wock')
What you want (what you want)
What the fuck (what the fuck)
Count it up (count it up)
Fuck the law (fuck the law, law)
Run it up (run it up, up)
Got that za (got the za, za)
Got that za (got the za, za)
Bustin
Yeah you know I got these bitches on me and they fuckin
If you really with it gotta learn to count my money
I'm too shockin in this drip, they call me out I'm stunnin (stunnin)
When they put this shit on it's gone have the whole club jumpin
808's and it's on her face (face, face)
Yeah she givin top and she wants the tape (tape, tape, tape)
I'm like oh my god I think it can wait (wait)
Know I job I got moves to make
Bustin
Yeah you know I got these bitches on me and they fuckin
If you really with it gotta learn to count my money
I'm too shockin in this drip, they call me out I'm stunnin (stunnin)
When they put this shit on it's gone have the whole club jumpin
808's and it's on her face (face, face)
Yeah she givin top and she wants the tape (tape, tape, tape)
I'm like oh my god I think it can wait (wait)
Know I job I got moves to make
Runnin
Yeah I changed my style cause that old shit got too boring (boring, boring)
Only wanna ride if I pull up in a foreign
My bitch is too bad search her name and get a warrant
Wanna feel alive so I'm sippin on that Wock' (Wock')
What you want (what you want)
What the fuck (what the fuck)
Count it up (count it up)
Fuck the law (fuck the law, law)
Run it up (run it up, up)
Got that za (got the za, za)
Got that za (got the za, za)
Bustin
Yeah you know I got these bitches on me and they fuckin
If you really with it gotta learn to count my money
I'm too shockin in this drip, they call me out I'm stunnin (stunnin)
When they put this shit on it's gone have the whole club jumpin
808's and it's on her face (face, face)
Yeah she givin top and she wants the tape (tape, tape, tape)
I'm like oh my god I think it can wait (wait)
Know I job I got moves to make
Credits
Writer(s): Triston Knight
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