Who Dat

Yeah,
Play wit me
Mannnn, got me fucked up nigga
Money Trainnn
Gang

Don't you eva try to play me, bitch, you know I'm really that
Any drug you put in front of me, I bet I'm flippin' that
& any nigga test my gangsta, bet I layed that nigga flat
I was 17 in the back, clutchin' on the Mac(11)

& you can ask Kill, nigga if you wanna merch it, bitch it's facts
I took my lumps in these streets, I ain't neva been a rat
So I can't vouch for these niggas, out here say they movin' packs
Cuz when you was in that room, bitch, them feds made you crack
Free Jayy out that cell the real Mr.Get It Back
We go way back when we was sellin' knick-knacks
Well, my knick-knacks was dubs, shit I had a big sack
Runnin' with Ghost nigga, we makin' big racks

Money Train, FMG, we havin' plenty motion
Two G's on me daily
This what I crack, not what I'm holdin'
25(thou) in my closet, got cream for my lotion
Baby said I smell good, so she wetter than a ocean

Mick on my phone, Aye, D where the fuck you at
He want a 60 right now, you know we do grams for that
If you want the tan, then you gotta hit my other jack
Made right off Ohio, then on Holt, then I double-back

Mook my big bro, yeah, he taught me everything
Put me right in the game, then we touched our first pings
Fell in love wit big spenders, cuz they make these phones ring
Chillin' in a stu, I got bets on UNC
Money Trainnn



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Writer(s): Malik Mayfield, Domonique Criss
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