Got It
Who told us we can't do it (do it)
I told my bro Lewn, "we fucking got this" (got it)
Tell that boy WIT "shut up", he a bitch
Free stunna out the can, that made me sick
I've been countin' up, I needa stop
Flop, flop, flop is what your album did
Stop, stop, stop, you lookin' like a bitch
Swap, swap, swap, what my SIM do
Walk into the party, got the Pesos in my hand
Peace up in my mind with a tiny folding fan
All you gotta do is shut up, I was like "damn"
Yeah I really run it up, yeah I really ran
Middle finger out the window, I don't give a fuck
Writing on the wall and it's written all in blood
Haven't said anything, yeah I haven't said enough
Thought I just began but now I'm done
Who told us we can't do it (do it)
I told my bro Lewn, "we fucking got this" (got it)
Tell that boy WIT "shut up", he a bitch
Free stunna out the can, that made me sick
I've been countin' up, I needa stop
Flop, flop, flop is what your album did
Stop, stop, stop, you lookin' like a bitch
Swap, swap, swap, what my SIM do
Counting in the cagе, counting money in the maze
Counting cash for days, can't еver feel the pain
Flying with my make up, get out the cage
New whip with Dante, lil' bro, we made it
Speed, speed, speed, can't cry, yeah I'm up
Shrugging on my shoulder cause I can't contain it
Laughing at you 'cause the money, it was mixed
Money so exotic, you can't even find it
I told my bro Lewn, "we fucking got this" (got it)
Tell that boy WIT "shut up", he a bitch
Free stunna out the can, that made me sick
I've been countin' up, I needa stop
Flop, flop, flop is what your album did
Stop, stop, stop, you lookin' like a bitch
Swap, swap, swap, what my SIM do
Walk into the party, got the Pesos in my hand
Peace up in my mind with a tiny folding fan
All you gotta do is shut up, I was like "damn"
Yeah I really run it up, yeah I really ran
Middle finger out the window, I don't give a fuck
Writing on the wall and it's written all in blood
Haven't said anything, yeah I haven't said enough
Thought I just began but now I'm done
Who told us we can't do it (do it)
I told my bro Lewn, "we fucking got this" (got it)
Tell that boy WIT "shut up", he a bitch
Free stunna out the can, that made me sick
I've been countin' up, I needa stop
Flop, flop, flop is what your album did
Stop, stop, stop, you lookin' like a bitch
Swap, swap, swap, what my SIM do
Counting in the cagе, counting money in the maze
Counting cash for days, can't еver feel the pain
Flying with my make up, get out the cage
New whip with Dante, lil' bro, we made it
Speed, speed, speed, can't cry, yeah I'm up
Shrugging on my shoulder cause I can't contain it
Laughing at you 'cause the money, it was mixed
Money so exotic, you can't even find it
Credits
Writer(s): Dante Miller, Lewn Coolestballs, Lewn Lewis
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