Choppa

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Choppa it's gon split' em down
Counting money with no frown
Nike-Tec I wore it out, bought a new one it got style
With some sweat pant's drip it out
Play that speaker it got sound
Walk through function with the crowd
He think I'm slow, I played him out

Like a pencil fill that boy up with lead
Gettin' this money, I'm countin' this bread
Too much money I be lookin' so stress
Keep on going cause I know that I'm blessed
Shawty want me and she too obsess, But the one right there, I'm so impressed
I'm expressing my feeling's, I'm doing my best
Soon my money it's gon start to invest

Brand new, huh, alright
Brand new watch, I'ma go buy a bus-down
When school come around, I'ma hit a touchdown
Fake friend's come around cause am gettin' papa now
If I'm up then I'm stuck I'm really not coming down
14, no car and I gotta get around
2016, left a scar, that's a wound now
20, 30, 40 Banz spent that on a new round

Money so big, started to think that it's infinite
Been rapping no I'm really not new to this
Glock 16 leave him stuck like he new to this
Come on, come on, get that cash yeah we doing this
So much money on the floor, man, turn around
Bro kept playing, so I had to put him in the ground
Picked up my dogs, cause they went to the dog pound

Used a sweater, take a sweater, got it from the lost and found
Color of my eyes, they sexy and they light brown
So much money, can't fit in my bank account
Bro kept tripping like that wasn't even out of bound's
Rappers do it for the clout, I do it for the lifestyle

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Credits
Writer(s): Nadir Woodall
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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