Ticket
Uh-huh
Dollaz
I ain't never hear a bitch say that dollaz was her op
Say who block gettin' spent, come to woodhull they gon' pop
Bitches rappers on the internet be runnin' to the cops
Niggas shooters on the gram, when it's beef wont up the chop
I'm good on my block
Keep a glizzy with me, I ain't talkin' bout no props
Keep a hitter with me, play with me, you gon' get popped
If a nigga run up, I call three, he let off shots
Rap beef I ain't into that, see her just might get her whacked
I'm the baby mama that go harder cause I really rap
Pull up with the baddies, with the ratchets, get your shit snatched
All my bitches savages, boy, you can't get your shit back
All this money on me, bitch, I'm lookin' like a ticket
I can't love a nigga unless his name is Smith & Wesson
If you broke, sell that cat, you know dollaz always pimpin'
Take a nigga last dollar, bitch, you know I'm never simpin'
I ain't never hear a bitch say that dollaz was her opp
Say who block, gettin' spent, come to woodhull they gon' pop
Bitches rappers on the internet be runnin' to the cops
Niggas shooters on the gram, when it's beef won't up the chop
I'm good on my block
Keep a glizzy with me, I ain't talkin' bout no props
Keep a hitter with me, play with me, you gon' get popped
If a nigga run up, I call three, he let off shots
Dollaz
I ain't never hear a bitch say that dollaz was her op
Say who block gettin' spent, come to woodhull they gon' pop
Bitches rappers on the internet be runnin' to the cops
Niggas shooters on the gram, when it's beef wont up the chop
I'm good on my block
Keep a glizzy with me, I ain't talkin' bout no props
Keep a hitter with me, play with me, you gon' get popped
If a nigga run up, I call three, he let off shots
Rap beef I ain't into that, see her just might get her whacked
I'm the baby mama that go harder cause I really rap
Pull up with the baddies, with the ratchets, get your shit snatched
All my bitches savages, boy, you can't get your shit back
All this money on me, bitch, I'm lookin' like a ticket
I can't love a nigga unless his name is Smith & Wesson
If you broke, sell that cat, you know dollaz always pimpin'
Take a nigga last dollar, bitch, you know I'm never simpin'
I ain't never hear a bitch say that dollaz was her opp
Say who block, gettin' spent, come to woodhull they gon' pop
Bitches rappers on the internet be runnin' to the cops
Niggas shooters on the gram, when it's beef won't up the chop
I'm good on my block
Keep a glizzy with me, I ain't talkin' bout no props
Keep a hitter with me, play with me, you gon' get popped
If a nigga run up, I call three, he let off shots
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Writer(s): Sade Rolle
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