Pom Poms
Aye what it is
Don't come holding back I like it real
Might have to cut off both their feet cause they ain't steel toe
I'm solid as they come but I be having different flows
Ain't tryna be cuddling I'm coming in with all these loads
Yea, Get it like a pro
Do it like you know
Do it how I want
Tryna give em hope so
You ain't gotta never depend on
Another nigga probably the one that be scheming on you
Ion want half of shit I want the whole thing
You don't know half the shit I went through all the pain
You said that I don't hit you up the phone work both ways
You ain't tryna hear me out fuck It that's its okay
I was tryna show how to make some money different ways
I'm a boss I be talking all different kinda ways
Pass the ball to my brother I be callin different plays
I got my trap back jumpin lke Gymnasium
A.M to P.M niggas pussy and they stick out like a tree limb
I gotta watch out who I nut in anybody cant be my BM
She said she my wife
I be putting my soul up in my music this my life
So show me what you made of
Show me what you made of
Do it get greater?
Cause I been chasing paper
Cause I been chasing paper (I ain't got no sleep)
Good days bad days I just chase a bank roll
They just look like pom poms In my hand
Give this shit my all ain't got no backup plan
Ain't no fallin down I stand on what I'm saying
Aye, ain't no plan B
They can see it in my face
My da fuck they in my face
When they left me on E
I stop effin with some people
I had to protect my energy
I know baddies in the H
I got these Js keep calling me
I just give my dawg the OK then he put his ass to sleep
I ain't tryna take no L again got M's ahead of me
Stack that money to end
Remember servin out that O
All I did was keep it P
I gave him the cue and watched him go
You ain't who you are no more
My essence must've startled her
T'd up but you ain't bout it bruh
No competition me v who
It's a dub if its you
Sometimes my ex wanna know why
I got magazines filled up with hollows when its go time
Ah
Yeah
Good days bad days I just chase a bank roll
Cheer for me like Pom Poms
Give this shit my all
Don't come holding back I like it real
Might have to cut off both their feet cause they ain't steel toe
I'm solid as they come but I be having different flows
Ain't tryna be cuddling I'm coming in with all these loads
Yea, Get it like a pro
Do it like you know
Do it how I want
Tryna give em hope so
You ain't gotta never depend on
Another nigga probably the one that be scheming on you
Ion want half of shit I want the whole thing
You don't know half the shit I went through all the pain
You said that I don't hit you up the phone work both ways
You ain't tryna hear me out fuck It that's its okay
I was tryna show how to make some money different ways
I'm a boss I be talking all different kinda ways
Pass the ball to my brother I be callin different plays
I got my trap back jumpin lke Gymnasium
A.M to P.M niggas pussy and they stick out like a tree limb
I gotta watch out who I nut in anybody cant be my BM
She said she my wife
I be putting my soul up in my music this my life
So show me what you made of
Show me what you made of
Do it get greater?
Cause I been chasing paper
Cause I been chasing paper (I ain't got no sleep)
Good days bad days I just chase a bank roll
They just look like pom poms In my hand
Give this shit my all ain't got no backup plan
Ain't no fallin down I stand on what I'm saying
Aye, ain't no plan B
They can see it in my face
My da fuck they in my face
When they left me on E
I stop effin with some people
I had to protect my energy
I know baddies in the H
I got these Js keep calling me
I just give my dawg the OK then he put his ass to sleep
I ain't tryna take no L again got M's ahead of me
Stack that money to end
Remember servin out that O
All I did was keep it P
I gave him the cue and watched him go
You ain't who you are no more
My essence must've startled her
T'd up but you ain't bout it bruh
No competition me v who
It's a dub if its you
Sometimes my ex wanna know why
I got magazines filled up with hollows when its go time
Ah
Yeah
Good days bad days I just chase a bank roll
Cheer for me like Pom Poms
Give this shit my all
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Writer(s): Rayshawn Moss
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