She wanna hit me up now, I just wanna count big funds now
Pop a couple xans and I pass out
I don't give a f*ck 'bout friends now
Big bands and they spillin' out my backpack
Ridin' with your bitch blowin' on the gas pack
Two tone on the shirt but the fit match
And she already know my name she don't gotta ask
Put her in the Gucci with the white pearls
Flyin' first class we gon' see the whole world
Cartier ring on flashin' like a camera, yeah
Got all the opps lookin' now
Got all the hoes lookin' now
Got the body of a stripper, wow
And she throwin' it back
I might pull up in a Benz or a Jag
She wanna hit me up now, I just wanna count big funds now
Pop a couple xans and I pass out
I don't give a f*ck 'bout friends now
Big bands and they spillin' out my backpack
Ridin' with your bitch blowin' on the gas pack
Two tone on the shirt but the fit match
And she already know my name she don't gotta ask
Caswhale - HMU Lyrics
Caswhale - HMU Lyrics
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She wanna hit me up now, I just wanna count big funds now
Pop a couple xans and I pass out
I don't give a f*ck 'bout friends now
Big bands and they spillin' out my backpack
Ridin' with your bitch blowin' on the gas pack
Two tone on the shirt but the fit match
And she already know my name she don't gotta ask
Put her in the Gucci with the white pearls
Flyin' first class we gon' see the whole world
Cartier ring on flashin' like a camera, yeah
Got all the opps lookin' now
Got all the hoes lookin' now
Got the body of a stripper, wow
And she throwin' it back
I might pull up in a Benz or a Jag
She wanna hit me up now, I just wanna count big funds now
Pop a couple xans and I pass out
I don't give a f*ck 'bout friends now
Big bands and they spillin' out my backpack
Ridin' with your bitch blowin' on the gas pack
Two tone on the shirt but the fit match
And she already know my name she don't gotta ask
Pop a couple xans and I pass out
I don't give a f*ck 'bout friends now
Big bands and they spillin' out my backpack
Ridin' with your bitch blowin' on the gas pack
Two tone on the shirt but the fit match
And she already know my name she don't gotta ask
Put her in the Gucci with the white pearls
Flyin' first class we gon' see the whole world
Cartier ring on flashin' like a camera, yeah
Got all the opps lookin' now
Got all the hoes lookin' now
Got the body of a stripper, wow
And she throwin' it back
I might pull up in a Benz or a Jag
She wanna hit me up now, I just wanna count big funds now
Pop a couple xans and I pass out
I don't give a f*ck 'bout friends now
Big bands and they spillin' out my backpack
Ridin' with your bitch blowin' on the gas pack
Two tone on the shirt but the fit match
And she already know my name she don't gotta ask
Writer: Caswell Hawley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid