Divine!
Too much cash on the, too much cash in the mind
Ridin' around with, shawty so damn divine
Summon that bitch, summon that bitch in here
Takin' them hits, need some rest in here
Don't call on my phone unless you tryna get shit, bitch
You talkin' bout standin' on business, lil bitch
So why ain't you standin' on that shit, lil bitch?
I'm brashin', don't move on red light, green light, go
Just left out the bank and I'm cashin'
She said, "Jay, you got the money", I know
Walk in this bitch feelin' different
Give a nigga mag of shots and I ain't missin'
Too much lean, shit sickening
Poppin' them percs too much, yo nigga gotta quit 'em
Putting fuck niggas on a mantle
Want a real nigga? Come, I'll show you an example
Cubed root 729 light a nigga like candle
Remember back when I ain't even have cable
I know, shawty in the back with the kid
I know, we got plenty of sticks that's ready to go
As soon as they hit you it's rah
I know, hit from the back, make her "ah"
I know, we got too many sticks and blickies
We get you caught in the mix like nah
Too much cash on the, too much cash in the mind
Ridin' around with, shawty so damn divine
Summon that bitch, summon that bitch in here
Takin' them hits, need some rest in here
Don't call on my phone unless you tryna get shit, bitch
You talkin' bout standin' on business, lil bitch
So why ain't you standin' on that shit, lil bitch?
I'm brashin', don't move on red light, green light, go
Just left out the bank and I'm cashin'
She said, "Jay, you got the money", I know
Ridin' around with, shawty so damn divine
Summon that bitch, summon that bitch in here
Takin' them hits, need some rest in here
Don't call on my phone unless you tryna get shit, bitch
You talkin' bout standin' on business, lil bitch
So why ain't you standin' on that shit, lil bitch?
I'm brashin', don't move on red light, green light, go
Just left out the bank and I'm cashin'
She said, "Jay, you got the money", I know
Walk in this bitch feelin' different
Give a nigga mag of shots and I ain't missin'
Too much lean, shit sickening
Poppin' them percs too much, yo nigga gotta quit 'em
Putting fuck niggas on a mantle
Want a real nigga? Come, I'll show you an example
Cubed root 729 light a nigga like candle
Remember back when I ain't even have cable
I know, shawty in the back with the kid
I know, we got plenty of sticks that's ready to go
As soon as they hit you it's rah
I know, hit from the back, make her "ah"
I know, we got too many sticks and blickies
We get you caught in the mix like nah
Too much cash on the, too much cash in the mind
Ridin' around with, shawty so damn divine
Summon that bitch, summon that bitch in here
Takin' them hits, need some rest in here
Don't call on my phone unless you tryna get shit, bitch
You talkin' bout standin' on business, lil bitch
So why ain't you standin' on that shit, lil bitch?
I'm brashin', don't move on red light, green light, go
Just left out the bank and I'm cashin'
She said, "Jay, you got the money", I know
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Writer(s): Jayden Moore
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