Play!
Hot route the play, touchdown, that's money
Big bags, yeah, that stank like onions
Mo' cash, yeah, been gettin' that money
Came with some steppas
Walk ya down, walk ya ass down, yeah, yeah, straight gunnin'
Bitch count it for me, I still like to thumb it (uh huh)
Mix up the fabrics (yeh)
I mix up the fabrics, just throw that shit on me
Got that man sad, she wan throw that shit on me
Ain't with that talkin', that really ain't for me
What's on my plate? My lord handle it for me
Only fear God, I'ma laugh in they face
Talkin' that shit, can you back, it up
Got a dime piece, tryna ride passenger
Put a name on the clip if he actin' tough
Ain't doin' too much, still do too much
Ain't buyin' no low's, I'm servin' that high
Yeah, nigga, like me, just airlines fly
Yeah, stuntin' is a habit, just ask this guy
Floatin' in the city, my cup like wine
Proud of me, so I Prada me, four times (time)
Two cups, but I add two more, two
These niggas pigs, we blow down they cribs
My money on time like the bank hours is
Hot route the play, touchdown, that's money (yeh)
Big bags, yeah, that stank like onions
Mo' cash, yeah, been gettin' that money
Came with some steppas
Big bags, yeah, that stank like onions
Mo' cash, yeah, been gettin' that money
Came with some steppas
Walk ya down, walk ya ass down, yeah, yeah, straight gunnin'
Bitch count it for me, I still like to thumb it (uh huh)
Mix up the fabrics (yeh)
I mix up the fabrics, just throw that shit on me
Got that man sad, she wan throw that shit on me
Ain't with that talkin', that really ain't for me
What's on my plate? My lord handle it for me
Only fear God, I'ma laugh in they face
Talkin' that shit, can you back, it up
Got a dime piece, tryna ride passenger
Put a name on the clip if he actin' tough
Ain't doin' too much, still do too much
Ain't buyin' no low's, I'm servin' that high
Yeah, nigga, like me, just airlines fly
Yeah, stuntin' is a habit, just ask this guy
Floatin' in the city, my cup like wine
Proud of me, so I Prada me, four times (time)
Two cups, but I add two more, two
These niggas pigs, we blow down they cribs
My money on time like the bank hours is
Hot route the play, touchdown, that's money (yeh)
Big bags, yeah, that stank like onions
Mo' cash, yeah, been gettin' that money
Came with some steppas
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Writer(s): Morgan Foster
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