200Insaks
I really gotta let you know
Some before i even start with this song
Shit dont phase me no more
Cause Im On Go
Spent like two hundred in sacks, I had to go and just make it right back
They ask me how you do dat?, I count up the money, put it in the bag
Had to go double or triple my racks
They say, ello, known to just keep it a stack
Talked down on the gang boy you settin a trap
These niggas my son, they can't copy the swag
Since now I'm on
I remember when niggas and bitches did not call my phone
But now they all texting and calling like, bitch, can you leave me alone
24 on my back, Like im kobe, no, you can knock me out my zone
I feel like Lil Uzi I stand on my money and now im so tall
And I know that my granny, she proud of me, she always knew I was gon' ball
Swear to God that I'm running this shit, I'ma run all the way up to Mars
Say you tweaking, I'm geeking, feel it in my body like I got the bars
VVS, Eliannte Diamonds man they yellow they looking like Marge
Spent like two hundred in sacks, I had to go and just make it right back
They ask me how you do dat?, I count up the money, put it in the bag
Had to go double or triple my racks
They say, ello, known to just keep it a stack
Talked down on the gang boy you settin a trap
These niggas my son, they can't copy the swag
Uh, spend it, and made it right back
I went and doubled that shit, but I had to just go and just triple it back
These niggas acting so groupie, man, I swear to God I can't fuck with all that
No, I don't know none of these niggas, they all just be hoes and these niggas be rats
So i switched up my lane, now my diamonds come from Johnny Dane
I'm blowing this shit, I'm not talking propane
You ain't got no money, that shit is a shame
See too many groupie niggas in the way
So I had to skip states
I don't give a fuck if you love me or not, only give a fuck about getting paid (paid)
Spent like two hundred in sacks, I had to go and just make it right back
They ask me how you do dat?, I count up the money, put it in the bag
Had to go double or triple my racks
They say, ello, known to just keep it a stack
Talked down on the gang boy you settin a trap
These niggas my son, they can't copy the swag
Uh, spent it, and made it right back
Uh, spent it, and made it right back
Uh, spent it, and made it right back
Uh, spent it, and made it right back
Some before i even start with this song
Shit dont phase me no more
Cause Im On Go
Spent like two hundred in sacks, I had to go and just make it right back
They ask me how you do dat?, I count up the money, put it in the bag
Had to go double or triple my racks
They say, ello, known to just keep it a stack
Talked down on the gang boy you settin a trap
These niggas my son, they can't copy the swag
Since now I'm on
I remember when niggas and bitches did not call my phone
But now they all texting and calling like, bitch, can you leave me alone
24 on my back, Like im kobe, no, you can knock me out my zone
I feel like Lil Uzi I stand on my money and now im so tall
And I know that my granny, she proud of me, she always knew I was gon' ball
Swear to God that I'm running this shit, I'ma run all the way up to Mars
Say you tweaking, I'm geeking, feel it in my body like I got the bars
VVS, Eliannte Diamonds man they yellow they looking like Marge
Spent like two hundred in sacks, I had to go and just make it right back
They ask me how you do dat?, I count up the money, put it in the bag
Had to go double or triple my racks
They say, ello, known to just keep it a stack
Talked down on the gang boy you settin a trap
These niggas my son, they can't copy the swag
Uh, spend it, and made it right back
I went and doubled that shit, but I had to just go and just triple it back
These niggas acting so groupie, man, I swear to God I can't fuck with all that
No, I don't know none of these niggas, they all just be hoes and these niggas be rats
So i switched up my lane, now my diamonds come from Johnny Dane
I'm blowing this shit, I'm not talking propane
You ain't got no money, that shit is a shame
See too many groupie niggas in the way
So I had to skip states
I don't give a fuck if you love me or not, only give a fuck about getting paid (paid)
Spent like two hundred in sacks, I had to go and just make it right back
They ask me how you do dat?, I count up the money, put it in the bag
Had to go double or triple my racks
They say, ello, known to just keep it a stack
Talked down on the gang boy you settin a trap
These niggas my son, they can't copy the swag
Uh, spent it, and made it right back
Uh, spent it, and made it right back
Uh, spent it, and made it right back
Uh, spent it, and made it right back
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Writer(s): Ellis Wiley
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