No Huddle
Money
Hey
Thought I told him nigga speak up (speak up)
She the type of bitch who really have it she don't speak much (don't speak)
Me and her talk about the bag and we get geeked up (hey)
They keep on talking about that shit they doing I ain't see none (I ain't see)
No, I ain't seeing none, I guess they low-key or something (low-key)
Broke hoe keep asking for a slice this shit ain't Pizza Hut (ain't Pizza)
I'm like 'No' I need all that money swear I'm too attached (I'm like no)
And when you get that bag make sure you know what to do with that (you know what to do)
They be name-dropping shit and I'm like who is that (I'm like who?)
We got baddies all through the spot it look like booby trap (baddies)
He be falling for the pussy, for the booby trap
They lined him up then they took his chain, ain't get his jewelry back (damn)
Stay on point I hope you move attack
I took a flight no luggage, I touch down and spent a few at Saks
I'm balling out no huddle going lateral bro run it back (run it back)
Get some money you know what come with that (come with that)
20 racks get some new straps
Take a loss and I made a hunnid back (hunnid)
Hood fave 'cause I keep it a hunnid (keep it a hunnid)
She a baddie you know how I'm coming (yeah)
She a baddie I don't need no hunnid (baddie)
She a baddie I'm all in her stomach (baddie)
She take, don't do no running (don't do no running)
Ain't even drank I'm sipping durchies
Ain't even take no pic with these hunnids
Ain't even take a pic in this fit
Fuck it they already know I be stunting (know I be stunting)
I got a baddie like Play Boy Bunny
It's what, do just make more money (make more money)
It's what, do just make more money (make more money)
It's what, do just make more money (make more money)
Thought I told him nigga speak up (speak up)
She the type of bitch who really have it, she don't speak much (baddie)
Me and her talk about the bag and we get geeked up (geeked)
They keep on talking about that shit they doing I ain't see none (I ain't see)
No, I ain't seeing none, I guess they low-key or something (I guess low-key)
Broke hoe keep asking for a slice this shit ain't Pizza Hut (shit ain't Pizza)
I'm like 'No' I need all that money swear I'm too attached (I'm like no)
And when you get that bag make sure you know what to do with that (know what to do)
Hey
Thought I told him nigga speak up (speak up)
She the type of bitch who really have it she don't speak much (don't speak)
Me and her talk about the bag and we get geeked up (hey)
They keep on talking about that shit they doing I ain't see none (I ain't see)
No, I ain't seeing none, I guess they low-key or something (low-key)
Broke hoe keep asking for a slice this shit ain't Pizza Hut (ain't Pizza)
I'm like 'No' I need all that money swear I'm too attached (I'm like no)
And when you get that bag make sure you know what to do with that (you know what to do)
They be name-dropping shit and I'm like who is that (I'm like who?)
We got baddies all through the spot it look like booby trap (baddies)
He be falling for the pussy, for the booby trap
They lined him up then they took his chain, ain't get his jewelry back (damn)
Stay on point I hope you move attack
I took a flight no luggage, I touch down and spent a few at Saks
I'm balling out no huddle going lateral bro run it back (run it back)
Get some money you know what come with that (come with that)
20 racks get some new straps
Take a loss and I made a hunnid back (hunnid)
Hood fave 'cause I keep it a hunnid (keep it a hunnid)
She a baddie you know how I'm coming (yeah)
She a baddie I don't need no hunnid (baddie)
She a baddie I'm all in her stomach (baddie)
She take, don't do no running (don't do no running)
Ain't even drank I'm sipping durchies
Ain't even take no pic with these hunnids
Ain't even take a pic in this fit
Fuck it they already know I be stunting (know I be stunting)
I got a baddie like Play Boy Bunny
It's what, do just make more money (make more money)
It's what, do just make more money (make more money)
It's what, do just make more money (make more money)
Thought I told him nigga speak up (speak up)
She the type of bitch who really have it, she don't speak much (baddie)
Me and her talk about the bag and we get geeked up (geeked)
They keep on talking about that shit they doing I ain't see none (I ain't see)
No, I ain't seeing none, I guess they low-key or something (I guess low-key)
Broke hoe keep asking for a slice this shit ain't Pizza Hut (shit ain't Pizza)
I'm like 'No' I need all that money swear I'm too attached (I'm like no)
And when you get that bag make sure you know what to do with that (know what to do)
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Writer(s): Giles Gibbon, Jason Critchlow
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