Running to money I'm dashing
I got connects bitch I'm tapped in
Pick and roll like Dirk no Mavericks
Lay me up in a casket
Smoking on dope and it's better
Never been the one to settle
Don't turn your back that's a set up
Fake ass hoes, they got me fed up
Counting my bread up lil hoe get a grip
I ain't got time to put up with yo lip
Bitch I don't bang ain't no blood or no crip
And I ain't no captain but I'm on the ship
I ain't in NASA but I'm on the moon
I don't wanna drive baby I wanna cruise
The people that know me they tell me I'm doomed
The ones that don't know me they tell me I'm up
And I don't really give a f*ck
If you got a problem bitch you a dub
My mind is on overload, pockets on stuff
I stick to the G code never gone bust
Yeah that bitch a freak hoe always take nut
And you ain't love baby that's just lust
Don't call me Jake the jimmy on tuck
When I'm at heavens gate I'm rolling up blunts
I hit a homer don't go for no bunt
Don't want rover man I want a caddy
These hoes cheap man just like natty
I'll still bend her over man I ain't gone front
Grind 24/7 don't wait for no sun
They talk a lot but don't really no none
Yeah always at work yeah that's just the regular
Way above schedule getting my cheddar up
Bitch I'm trying to make a move ain't no letting up
What the f*ck you tryna do hoe I said enough
Looking around I don't see no competitor
Looking for H.E.F right there ahead of ya
Pesos I need my stacks
Case closed I don't need no rats
If I'm serving that shit boi you know im gone tax
Sugar buger but I don't smoke crack
I got the gas you smoke reggie
L kicking in and it's heavy
Heavy like metal
I'll put my bud in a relo
But Id rather smoke out a gb
F*ck outa my shit hoe what do you need
People be talking to much about grease
Stay lowkey stay holding it down for yo Gs
Bitch I'm 100 till six feet deep
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Running to money I'm dashing
I got connects bitch I'm tapped in
Pick and roll like Dirk no Mavericks
Lay me up in a casket
Smoking on dope and it's better
Never been the one to settle
Don't turn your back that's a set up
Fake ass hoes, they got me fed up
Counting my bread up lil hoe get a grip
I ain't got time to put up with yo lip
Bitch I don't bang ain't no blood or no crip
And I ain't no captain but I'm on the ship
I ain't in NASA but I'm on the moon
I don't wanna drive baby I wanna cruise
The people that know me they tell me I'm doomed
The ones that don't know me they tell me I'm up
And I don't really give a f*ck
If you got a problem bitch you a dub
My mind is on overload, pockets on stuff
I stick to the G code never gone bust
Yeah that bitch a freak hoe always take nut
And you ain't love baby that's just lust
Don't call me Jake the jimmy on tuck
When I'm at heavens gate I'm rolling up blunts
I hit a homer don't go for no bunt
Don't want rover man I want a caddy
These hoes cheap man just like natty
I'll still bend her over man I ain't gone front
Grind 24/7 don't wait for no sun
They talk a lot but don't really no none
Yeah always at work yeah that's just the regular
Way above schedule getting my cheddar up
Bitch I'm trying to make a move ain't no letting up
What the f*ck you tryna do hoe I said enough
Looking around I don't see no competitor
Looking for H.E.F right there ahead of ya
Pesos I need my stacks
Case closed I don't need no rats
If I'm serving that shit boi you know im gone tax
Sugar buger but I don't smoke crack
I got the gas you smoke reggie
L kicking in and it's heavy
Heavy like metal
I'll put my bud in a relo
But Id rather smoke out a gb
F*ck outa my shit hoe what do you need
People be talking to much about grease
Stay lowkey stay holding it down for yo Gs
Bitch I'm 100 till six feet deep
I got connects bitch I'm tapped in
Pick and roll like Dirk no Mavericks
Lay me up in a casket
Smoking on dope and it's better
Never been the one to settle
Don't turn your back that's a set up
Fake ass hoes, they got me fed up
Counting my bread up lil hoe get a grip
I ain't got time to put up with yo lip
Bitch I don't bang ain't no blood or no crip
And I ain't no captain but I'm on the ship
I ain't in NASA but I'm on the moon
I don't wanna drive baby I wanna cruise
The people that know me they tell me I'm doomed
The ones that don't know me they tell me I'm up
And I don't really give a f*ck
If you got a problem bitch you a dub
My mind is on overload, pockets on stuff
I stick to the G code never gone bust
Yeah that bitch a freak hoe always take nut
And you ain't love baby that's just lust
Don't call me Jake the jimmy on tuck
When I'm at heavens gate I'm rolling up blunts
I hit a homer don't go for no bunt
Don't want rover man I want a caddy
These hoes cheap man just like natty
I'll still bend her over man I ain't gone front
Grind 24/7 don't wait for no sun
They talk a lot but don't really no none
Yeah always at work yeah that's just the regular
Way above schedule getting my cheddar up
Bitch I'm trying to make a move ain't no letting up
What the f*ck you tryna do hoe I said enough
Looking around I don't see no competitor
Looking for H.E.F right there ahead of ya
Pesos I need my stacks
Case closed I don't need no rats
If I'm serving that shit boi you know im gone tax
Sugar buger but I don't smoke crack
I got the gas you smoke reggie
L kicking in and it's heavy
Heavy like metal
I'll put my bud in a relo
But Id rather smoke out a gb
F*ck outa my shit hoe what do you need
People be talking to much about grease
Stay lowkey stay holding it down for yo Gs
Bitch I'm 100 till six feet deep
Writer: Hunter Floyd
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