Gimme Sum

Yuh
Out here rocking pumas with the spindle toe
I don't do the free appearances, I let ya know
If you could find another trick I'll twist it up fasho
No wonder why I'm getting flooded with the plays, yo

Fuckas playin soft boy so I shellac the hoe
I'm coming through there for the sip, he heard I need some po
Yuh, I don't got no business with the shakers, though
You thought me fuck on a scraggler? That's a big no

See me got some flavor, wonder how I do the shit
Don't bother bitch, I'm super up, there's no congruences
Can't fuck round with the flimsy puss, I'm finna ruin it
I got her ragdollin' shit, on a kooky tip

Uh huh, think I got me cheese up in a billfold
I want me silence and some money I'ma kill for
Walkin' backwards in the room like "what's the deal, folk"
Stackin' up real stable, but the funds about to tilt, though

Gimme sum, gimme sum, make it grip, that's that
I don't got none else to do so lay ya shit down flat
I need me cash, I need me yummy, buss it down for a stack
Don't think just 'cuz we busy I ain't keeping up with your ass

Gimme sum, gimme sum, make it grip, that's that
I don't got none else to do so lay ya shit down flat
I need me cash, I need me yummy, buss it down for a stack
Don't think just 'cuz we busy I ain't keeping up with your ass



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Writer(s): Thomas Roberts
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