In God We Trust
Lil' Brody just got picked up I was sittin' in the back, was gettin' my dick sucked
Tryna get these racks up, I need my packets bust
And on all my FRNs, it say in God we trust
You braggin' bout a old bitch that I done been fucked
Big boy truck, we lift it up, cause we like a monster trucks
I'm focused on my bread, I'm quick to tell a bitch I don't wanna fuck
That new pack from the growers in the back, and it smell wonderful
I can't crash up out no bitch, even if a nigga wantin' her
All my Friends are dead, like a nigga with Lil' Uzi Vert
Control the music all the time, like I'm Lucifer
Swervin' line to line, I spend that lean on my Gucci fur
I ain't seen you in a minute, ain't no tellin' I'ma do to her
Like a hellcat bitch, I want that coochie comin purr, purr
Said what I said, give a fuck about your feelings hurt
Gelato 33, no OG, we smokin' good herb
She suck it real good, and I ain't said a word
All a real nigga really need is some real love
I ain't scared of none of these niggas, bitch, I'm scared of bein' broke
After I bring home the bag, I want you put it in your throat
Threw a brick up in the water just to see it, that hoe float
Bitch, I'm patient with my liquor, I put Jack up in my Coke
And if that one way stop workin', we gon' take a different stroke
How you want this monyun but you just sit down and you hope
Bitch, I got some standards, I can't just be fuckin' hoes
My cup was full of drink and got me swervin' on the road
I went to the jeweler and told em I want my wrist froze
And these VVSs got me shinin' on these hoes
If you not a grower, then I'm not gon' buy a load
Gotta get this money, I want my daughter wrist froze
Racing blew the engine should've blew up off the doors
Know I just got paid, but you know that I want some more
We in Alabama and they askin' for some snow
Even if you got that bag, I'ma want you get some more
Don't need no hook on this bitch, I just swing with the flow
We got racks all on the ceiling, but it started on the floor
If we want you, we gon' find you, we don't care how far you go
We need to speed it up because the money movin' slow
Take that shit up to the ceiling, nigga, get that munyun
Tryna get these racks up, I need my packets bust
And on all my FRNs, it say in God we trust
You braggin' bout a old bitch that I done been fucked
Big boy truck, we lift it up, cause we like a monster trucks
I'm focused on my bread, I'm quick to tell a bitch I don't wanna fuck
That new pack from the growers in the back, and it smell wonderful
I can't crash up out no bitch, even if a nigga wantin' her
All my Friends are dead, like a nigga with Lil' Uzi Vert
Control the music all the time, like I'm Lucifer
Swervin' line to line, I spend that lean on my Gucci fur
I ain't seen you in a minute, ain't no tellin' I'ma do to her
Like a hellcat bitch, I want that coochie comin purr, purr
Said what I said, give a fuck about your feelings hurt
Gelato 33, no OG, we smokin' good herb
She suck it real good, and I ain't said a word
All a real nigga really need is some real love
I ain't scared of none of these niggas, bitch, I'm scared of bein' broke
After I bring home the bag, I want you put it in your throat
Threw a brick up in the water just to see it, that hoe float
Bitch, I'm patient with my liquor, I put Jack up in my Coke
And if that one way stop workin', we gon' take a different stroke
How you want this monyun but you just sit down and you hope
Bitch, I got some standards, I can't just be fuckin' hoes
My cup was full of drink and got me swervin' on the road
I went to the jeweler and told em I want my wrist froze
And these VVSs got me shinin' on these hoes
If you not a grower, then I'm not gon' buy a load
Gotta get this money, I want my daughter wrist froze
Racing blew the engine should've blew up off the doors
Know I just got paid, but you know that I want some more
We in Alabama and they askin' for some snow
Even if you got that bag, I'ma want you get some more
Don't need no hook on this bitch, I just swing with the flow
We got racks all on the ceiling, but it started on the floor
If we want you, we gon' find you, we don't care how far you go
We need to speed it up because the money movin' slow
Take that shit up to the ceiling, nigga, get that munyun
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Writer(s): Christopher Walton
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