Yeah Yeah

When I get my motherfuckin' money, I say, yeah, yeah
Every time I smoke up on the wood
I say yeah, yeah
Fuck, damn, I say, yeah, yeah
Lil' bro, you can't fuck with me, cause I think that I'm chosen
(I think I'm chosen) I can Get this type of money every day, I got motion
Y'all niggas so broke, I got different types of potions

Soon my money, it's gon' stack to the ceilin'
When you get that money, it's a feelin'
Damn, that's when they start revelin', hey
Smokin' on exotic weed, I don't do the nicotine
If I get this motherfuckin' bread, I'll share it wit' my team
Money stackin' to the fuckin' ceiling, I can't count it

(i can't count) Pop out in all white i'm fresh, i'm fresh as hell in my own palace
And I'm gettin' money different ways, makin' deposits
And I got them big bands, it can't fit no wallet
If you just gon' give up, I don't think that you a option (I don't think so)



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Writer(s): Nadir Woodall
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