Got $Um
I got a cup in my hand, she tryna touch on my bands
Shawty dont you got a man, hoe, hoe I cannot tell you niggas bout my plan
She tryna know who I am, I can't fall in love with fans, no
Smokin' this shit cause they fuck up my chest
Baby you know I need rest, I cannot be around niggas who don't get a check
Niggas go get you some bread, she wanna smoke on exotic
Bitch just give me head, something I cannot forget
She sayin dumb shit again, so I left her on read
That shit gon get in her head
I started making money
Now she say she love me, she must really think that I'm a fool
I'm on the block with a bad bitch, she gon' do exactly what I tell her do
Got a Nextel for the trap shit, if I get a bag, I'ma make it two
If I get me two, I'ma get a few
Since I got a few, let me get some more
Since I'm on the field watch a nigga score
Double cup in my left hand, but my right hand gon' pour
Party girls love that white shit, but I ain't really on board
Couple P's of that top shelf, some shit you cannot afford
Im running out, I need some more
I told my mama imma be out late
I got some M's that I gotta make
And I got some girls I don't take on dates
And I got some niggas pointed at your face
So don't play around, no
I got some M's that I gotta make
And I got some girls I don't take on dates
And I got some niggas pointed at your face
So don't play around, no
Couple lil bitches in my phone that I don't even take on dates
But they still tryna fuck up my pay
I tryna bust down, put some diamonds in the motherfucking face
I got some brothers, they locked up they booked up with motherfucking cases
Yeah, free them boys straight outta city
Y'all not gon catch me fucking with no bitche if she not dropping face
For the cards I was dealt
For the money I'm finna steal
You'll wake up to get a bag
Go sleep by the LA jet lag
I got some new money, yeah, they mad
I got a new bitch, why they mad
I had to go double up on my stacks
Woah
Fuck that D.O.N, yeah, he wanna be me
Undercover, snakes and bees on my feet
Amiri denim aint no true's on my jeans
Woah, I'm talking money on money on money, need more
Money on money on money, need more
And she ate the dick up while up on the floor
Woah, yeah
I got a cup in my hand, she tryna touch on my bands
Shawty dont you got a man, hoe, hoe I cannot tell you niggas bout my plan
She tryna know who I am, I can't fall in love with fans, no
Shawty dont you got a man, hoe, hoe I cannot tell you niggas bout my plan
She tryna know who I am, I can't fall in love with fans, no
Smokin' this shit cause they fuck up my chest
Baby you know I need rest, I cannot be around niggas who don't get a check
Niggas go get you some bread, she wanna smoke on exotic
Bitch just give me head, something I cannot forget
She sayin dumb shit again, so I left her on read
That shit gon get in her head
I started making money
Now she say she love me, she must really think that I'm a fool
I'm on the block with a bad bitch, she gon' do exactly what I tell her do
Got a Nextel for the trap shit, if I get a bag, I'ma make it two
If I get me two, I'ma get a few
Since I got a few, let me get some more
Since I'm on the field watch a nigga score
Double cup in my left hand, but my right hand gon' pour
Party girls love that white shit, but I ain't really on board
Couple P's of that top shelf, some shit you cannot afford
Im running out, I need some more
I told my mama imma be out late
I got some M's that I gotta make
And I got some girls I don't take on dates
And I got some niggas pointed at your face
So don't play around, no
I got some M's that I gotta make
And I got some girls I don't take on dates
And I got some niggas pointed at your face
So don't play around, no
Couple lil bitches in my phone that I don't even take on dates
But they still tryna fuck up my pay
I tryna bust down, put some diamonds in the motherfucking face
I got some brothers, they locked up they booked up with motherfucking cases
Yeah, free them boys straight outta city
Y'all not gon catch me fucking with no bitche if she not dropping face
For the cards I was dealt
For the money I'm finna steal
You'll wake up to get a bag
Go sleep by the LA jet lag
I got some new money, yeah, they mad
I got a new bitch, why they mad
I had to go double up on my stacks
Woah
Fuck that D.O.N, yeah, he wanna be me
Undercover, snakes and bees on my feet
Amiri denim aint no true's on my jeans
Woah, I'm talking money on money on money, need more
Money on money on money, need more
And she ate the dick up while up on the floor
Woah, yeah
I got a cup in my hand, she tryna touch on my bands
Shawty dont you got a man, hoe, hoe I cannot tell you niggas bout my plan
She tryna know who I am, I can't fall in love with fans, no
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Writer(s): Jalen Burton
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