Two Peice
Don't watch my bitch when I walk in the building
I'm touching new money, I swear it ain't no better feeling
Brand new Chinchilla she say she wanna feel it
High, I'm with God, ain't no way you can feel me
Counting my money, it's part of my routine
Shawty look good I put her in a two piece
Lil mama bad I'm letting her do me
She scratching my back while I'm in that coochie
Hit from the back, I flip her side to side
Yeah, side to side
She wanna link told her we ain't got Wi-Fi
This shit get crazy ain't talking no Sci-Fi
If he got a pic with my hoe I'll start saying she not mine
I'm the one in my city no not
I'm the one in my city no not top five
Say he want smoke I pulled up with like 5 guys
I get to that bag, put in work I don't know nothing else
Still playing Search and Destroy if you play with my health
Rambo the Draco, I shoot by myself
Ain't nobody shooting at me, they be shooting they selves (C'mon)
Stripes on my racks let them know I'm official
I fuck up my money so much I might go have a kid soon
Eliantte, messy diamonds go disco
Diamonds surrounding my neck, they ain't crystals
Don't watch my bitch when I walk in the building
I'm touching new money, I swear it ain't no better feeling
Brand new Chinchilla she say she wanna feel it
High, I'm with God, ain't no way you can feel me
Counting my money, it's part of my routine
Shawty look good I put her in a two piece
Lil mama bad I'm letting her do me
She scratching my back while I'm in that coochie
Hey, now I got money to spend (spend)
Now I got money to spend (spend)
Now I got money to spend (okay)
Now I got money to spend
Car sit too low, I be scratching the paint
Back in that mode let them look at me strange
Sticks in my Jeep you would think it's a tank
Bro in the back trying to work on his, aye
Bro in the back trying to work on his jumper
Ain't none of us flew out the Country, our sticks came from Russia
Iron hit hard like
Bullets hit your crib, shit sound like thunder
Double 07 I'm popping like Bond
King of my mind, I be minding my own
All of my habits get mixed with cologne
I need start watching for pot holes, got ash on my Chrome (hearts)
Don't watch my bitch when I walk in the building
I'm touching new money, I swear it ain't no better feeling
Brand new Chinchilla she say she wanna feel it
High, I'm with God, ain't no way you can feel me
Counting my money, it's part of my routine
Shawty look good I put her in a two piece
Lil mama bad I'm letting her do me
She scratching my back while I'm in that coochie
I'm touching new money, I swear it ain't no better feeling
Brand new Chinchilla she say she wanna feel it
High, I'm with God, ain't no way you can feel me
Counting my money, it's part of my routine
Shawty look good I put her in a two piece
Lil mama bad I'm letting her do me
She scratching my back while I'm in that coochie
Hit from the back, I flip her side to side
Yeah, side to side
She wanna link told her we ain't got Wi-Fi
This shit get crazy ain't talking no Sci-Fi
If he got a pic with my hoe I'll start saying she not mine
I'm the one in my city no not
I'm the one in my city no not top five
Say he want smoke I pulled up with like 5 guys
I get to that bag, put in work I don't know nothing else
Still playing Search and Destroy if you play with my health
Rambo the Draco, I shoot by myself
Ain't nobody shooting at me, they be shooting they selves (C'mon)
Stripes on my racks let them know I'm official
I fuck up my money so much I might go have a kid soon
Eliantte, messy diamonds go disco
Diamonds surrounding my neck, they ain't crystals
Don't watch my bitch when I walk in the building
I'm touching new money, I swear it ain't no better feeling
Brand new Chinchilla she say she wanna feel it
High, I'm with God, ain't no way you can feel me
Counting my money, it's part of my routine
Shawty look good I put her in a two piece
Lil mama bad I'm letting her do me
She scratching my back while I'm in that coochie
Hey, now I got money to spend (spend)
Now I got money to spend (spend)
Now I got money to spend (okay)
Now I got money to spend
Car sit too low, I be scratching the paint
Back in that mode let them look at me strange
Sticks in my Jeep you would think it's a tank
Bro in the back trying to work on his, aye
Bro in the back trying to work on his jumper
Ain't none of us flew out the Country, our sticks came from Russia
Iron hit hard like
Bullets hit your crib, shit sound like thunder
Double 07 I'm popping like Bond
King of my mind, I be minding my own
All of my habits get mixed with cologne
I need start watching for pot holes, got ash on my Chrome (hearts)
Don't watch my bitch when I walk in the building
I'm touching new money, I swear it ain't no better feeling
Brand new Chinchilla she say she wanna feel it
High, I'm with God, ain't no way you can feel me
Counting my money, it's part of my routine
Shawty look good I put her in a two piece
Lil mama bad I'm letting her do me
She scratching my back while I'm in that coochie
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Writer(s): Xavier Sisneros
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