Woods

Stingy wit my woods like, I'ma lumberjack
(I'ma lumberjack) Niggas keep on playing, but I'm really in my fucking bag
(in my fucking bag) It's time to get that fucking cash and, stack up all them money bag's
If you ain't bout no banz, I don't think that you could get stacks (aye aye)
And if you ain't getting cash, I don't think that you was bout that
And I'm really bout my cheese, like a rat I'm really on that

I can't even think I think about money, damn near all the time
I see that shit I do, I'm like damn man you on the rise
I put my trust in God, like I hope this ain't they last time
like they last time

Stingy wit my woods like, I'ma lumberjack
Niggas keep on playing, but I'm really in my fucking bag
It's time to get that fucking cash and, stack up all them money bag's
If you ain't bout no banz, I don't think that you could get stacks (aye aye)
And if you ain't getting cash, I don't think that you was bout that
And I'm really bout my cheese, like a rat I'm really on that



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Writer(s): Nadir Woodall
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