Excited!
Yeah, we in the S.R.T., she gettin' geeked now
She was innocent until she met me, she a lil' freak now
How these trash niggas blowin' up, I can't even see how
They said that I haven't spit in a minute, I'm back on the beat now
Yeah, I got the motherfuckin' gas, like, who tryna buy it?
Yeah, yeah whole lotta motherfuckin' cash, I can't even hide it
Yeah, yeah young Ak stay with that choppa, they know not to try it
Yeah, every time I see that check, I get excited, yeah
I'm on the top with the pros, I'm on the top with the goats, come get your ho, she up here givin' that throat
She do a lot for this cash, money like whoa, who the fuck want the smoke?
Pistol I tote, like a trumpet, I'll blow
Wet him up, he need a coat, that is fosho, leave him layin' on the floor
This type of money I grind for,
Say you about it, what you lyin' for?
I count up until my thumbs sore
I'm tryna cop an Aventador
I depict what these hoes adore
She says she wanna be my whore She ate the meat like a carnivore
She ain't even wanna fuck before
I can't turn on my gang, I can't commit treason
If anyone switch, we gon' leave they head leakin'
We gon' spin the opps block like a fan on the ceiling
Heard he talkin' all that shit, we finna stop his breathin'
Yeah, I got the motherfuckin' gas, like, who tryna buy it?
Yeah, yeah whole lotta motherfuckin' cash, I can't even hide it
Yeah, yeah young Ak stay with that choppa, they know not to try it
Yeah, every time I see that check, I get excited, yeah
That's nice, that's nice, get right, get right, get right, get right
She was innocent until she met me, she a lil' freak now
How these trash niggas blowin' up, I can't even see how
They said that I haven't spit in a minute, I'm back on the beat now
Yeah, I got the motherfuckin' gas, like, who tryna buy it?
Yeah, yeah whole lotta motherfuckin' cash, I can't even hide it
Yeah, yeah young Ak stay with that choppa, they know not to try it
Yeah, every time I see that check, I get excited, yeah
I'm on the top with the pros, I'm on the top with the goats, come get your ho, she up here givin' that throat
She do a lot for this cash, money like whoa, who the fuck want the smoke?
Pistol I tote, like a trumpet, I'll blow
Wet him up, he need a coat, that is fosho, leave him layin' on the floor
This type of money I grind for,
Say you about it, what you lyin' for?
I count up until my thumbs sore
I'm tryna cop an Aventador
I depict what these hoes adore
She says she wanna be my whore She ate the meat like a carnivore
She ain't even wanna fuck before
I can't turn on my gang, I can't commit treason
If anyone switch, we gon' leave they head leakin'
We gon' spin the opps block like a fan on the ceiling
Heard he talkin' all that shit, we finna stop his breathin'
Yeah, I got the motherfuckin' gas, like, who tryna buy it?
Yeah, yeah whole lotta motherfuckin' cash, I can't even hide it
Yeah, yeah young Ak stay with that choppa, they know not to try it
Yeah, every time I see that check, I get excited, yeah
That's nice, that's nice, get right, get right, get right, get right
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Writer(s): Isaiah Martin
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