Smoove Wit It
(Yeah)
(Smoove wit it)
(Pch)
It's not bout how you start, it's how you finish
So make sure you get it done
I knew I was that nigga way before I had the funds
If you add up all the pounds I sold it'll probably weigh a ton
I'm a gentleman, before I nut I make sure that she cums
If I'm a dog, she's a flea, I can't get these hoes up off me
I like my money blue and my women color coffee
Don't say the streets hot, lil boy you moving sloppy
I'm humble and I'm confident but they gone say I'm cocky
I'm smoove wit it
Gotta stay on point, can't be lacking, gotta move with it
If you had what I had
You probably wouldn't know what to do with it
If 12 ask, I'm blind and got amnesia, don't know who did it
I'm a Paper Chasing Haitian tryna run me up cool ticket
Don't call me bro, don't call me twin
You more like my son
Everybody getting money you ain't think to get you some?
Buss a jwet, get a job
Anything better than nun
If the bros ain't winning too it ain't really any fun
I wore my heart up on my sleeve but I turned it to a tank top
Men lie, women lie, but the numbers in the bank not
Shops always open, better holla
She asked what's my sign, I told her it's a dollar
I gotta money fetish, love touching bread that's my kink
Throw me in the jungle, I'll walk out with a pet lion and mink
I watch 'em like a pick-and-roll
Cause I don't know when they might switch
Ion put it on, I keep it on, just like a light switch
Nah I ain't a thug baby, I get to the paper
I be out the way, stay in the cut just like a taper
What you need, hit my line
I can serve you like a waiter
Don't call that boy my opp
He just broke and he a hater
Pack touchdown like the QB said go long
I call this strain Monica, this shit will have you So Gone
I got za, I got kush
I got highs, I got lows
She said that she want a trick, baby I ain't one of those
But I can't lie
I'll pay for some shoes, I'll pay for some toes
But I ain't dumb
I'll pick a good girl before I pick a thousand hoes
That's like choosing if you want 100 bikes over a Rolls
Yeah that's backwards
Like putting on your shoes before your clothes
Don't call me bro, don't call me twin
You more like my son
Everybody getting money you ain't think to get you some?
Buss a jwet, get a job
Anything better than nun
If the bros ain't winning too it ain't really any fun
I wore my heart up on my sleeve but I turned it to a tank top
Men lie, women lie, but the numbers in the bank not
Shops always open, better holla
She asked what's my sign, I told her it's a dollar
It's not bout how you start, it's how you finish
So make sure you get it done
I knew I was that nigga way before I had the funds
If you add up all the pounds I sold it'll probably weigh a ton
I'm a gentleman, before I nut I make sure that she cums
If I'm a dog, she's a flea, I can't get these hoes up off me
I like my money blue and my women color coffee
Don't say the streets hot, lil boy you moving sloppy
I'm humble and I'm confident but they gone say I'm cocky
I'm smoove wit it
Gotta stay on point, can't be lacking, gotta move with it
If you had what I had
You probably wouldn't know what to do with it
If 12 ask, I'm blind and got amnesia, don't know who did it
I'm a Paper Chasing Haitian tryna run me up cool ticket
(Smoove wit it)
(Pch)
It's not bout how you start, it's how you finish
So make sure you get it done
I knew I was that nigga way before I had the funds
If you add up all the pounds I sold it'll probably weigh a ton
I'm a gentleman, before I nut I make sure that she cums
If I'm a dog, she's a flea, I can't get these hoes up off me
I like my money blue and my women color coffee
Don't say the streets hot, lil boy you moving sloppy
I'm humble and I'm confident but they gone say I'm cocky
I'm smoove wit it
Gotta stay on point, can't be lacking, gotta move with it
If you had what I had
You probably wouldn't know what to do with it
If 12 ask, I'm blind and got amnesia, don't know who did it
I'm a Paper Chasing Haitian tryna run me up cool ticket
Don't call me bro, don't call me twin
You more like my son
Everybody getting money you ain't think to get you some?
Buss a jwet, get a job
Anything better than nun
If the bros ain't winning too it ain't really any fun
I wore my heart up on my sleeve but I turned it to a tank top
Men lie, women lie, but the numbers in the bank not
Shops always open, better holla
She asked what's my sign, I told her it's a dollar
I gotta money fetish, love touching bread that's my kink
Throw me in the jungle, I'll walk out with a pet lion and mink
I watch 'em like a pick-and-roll
Cause I don't know when they might switch
Ion put it on, I keep it on, just like a light switch
Nah I ain't a thug baby, I get to the paper
I be out the way, stay in the cut just like a taper
What you need, hit my line
I can serve you like a waiter
Don't call that boy my opp
He just broke and he a hater
Pack touchdown like the QB said go long
I call this strain Monica, this shit will have you So Gone
I got za, I got kush
I got highs, I got lows
She said that she want a trick, baby I ain't one of those
But I can't lie
I'll pay for some shoes, I'll pay for some toes
But I ain't dumb
I'll pick a good girl before I pick a thousand hoes
That's like choosing if you want 100 bikes over a Rolls
Yeah that's backwards
Like putting on your shoes before your clothes
Don't call me bro, don't call me twin
You more like my son
Everybody getting money you ain't think to get you some?
Buss a jwet, get a job
Anything better than nun
If the bros ain't winning too it ain't really any fun
I wore my heart up on my sleeve but I turned it to a tank top
Men lie, women lie, but the numbers in the bank not
Shops always open, better holla
She asked what's my sign, I told her it's a dollar
It's not bout how you start, it's how you finish
So make sure you get it done
I knew I was that nigga way before I had the funds
If you add up all the pounds I sold it'll probably weigh a ton
I'm a gentleman, before I nut I make sure that she cums
If I'm a dog, she's a flea, I can't get these hoes up off me
I like my money blue and my women color coffee
Don't say the streets hot, lil boy you moving sloppy
I'm humble and I'm confident but they gone say I'm cocky
I'm smoove wit it
Gotta stay on point, can't be lacking, gotta move with it
If you had what I had
You probably wouldn't know what to do with it
If 12 ask, I'm blind and got amnesia, don't know who did it
I'm a Paper Chasing Haitian tryna run me up cool ticket
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Writer(s): J Musa
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