Who the one that get dem funds quick
On that dumb shit, you know how I do it
Who the type to keep that bag tight
Make you act right, you know how I'm movin'
Show you how to get your money up, not your funny up, we can run it up
Who got that cake, every day, niggas playin, I got nothing left to say
VIP in the club, I wanna see it all
Budget big as Big Latto, it's never giving small
Gimme sex on the beach, I want it old fashioned
We sittin' on a long island sippin' manhattans
They takin notes, they love my style, they lovin' how I'm livin'
They trynna sip on my tea, I call these niggas Lipton
I'm tanning in your cabana, in my lil bikini
Double take, break ya neck, just so you bitches see it
Ya'll attracting broke boys, clear 'em out for me
Ya'll do my job, Wannado, just like you wannabe's
Bitches act like haters, but let me up the score
I see that picture of my house on your vision board (sheesh)
Who the one that get dem funds quick
On that dumb shit, you know how I do it
Who the type to keep that bag tight
Make you act right, you know how I'm movin'
Show you how to get your money up, not your funny up, we can run it up
Who got that cake, every day, niggas playin, I got nothing left to say
Blowing up your spot, better not act surprised
Lookin' in your face, I can tell you niggas fried
You ain't bout that action, niggas just be wasting time
Playing stupid games, your ass gon win a stupid prize
I see you mad mad, baby how that work
Chew em up, spit em out, and put em in the dirt
I see you mad mad, baby step to the side
Running around chasing me is like a suicide
Lemme give ya'll a break, so ya'll can catch ya breath
Chocolate skin guaranteed to make a nigga sweat
Why you don't come see me? You should come to the city
Talking way too crazy, but still ain't send the ticket
I'm running 'round ya mind, lil baby got the sauce
Spin a nigga head, leave his ass down bad and lost
Turn a bitch up, take a shot, and lemme drive the boat
It's ten bad bitches at my spot you know I do the most
Who the one that get dem funds quick
On that dumb shit, you know how I do it
Who the type to keep that bag tight
Make you act right, you know how I'm movin'
Show you how to get your money up, not your funny up, we can run it up
Who got that cake, every day, niggas playin, I got nothing left to say
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Who the one that get dem funds quick
On that dumb shit, you know how I do it
Who the type to keep that bag tight
Make you act right, you know how I'm movin'
Show you how to get your money up, not your funny up, we can run it up
Who got that cake, every day, niggas playin, I got nothing left to say
VIP in the club, I wanna see it all
Budget big as Big Latto, it's never giving small
Gimme sex on the beach, I want it old fashioned
We sittin' on a long island sippin' manhattans
They takin notes, they love my style, they lovin' how I'm livin'
They trynna sip on my tea, I call these niggas Lipton
I'm tanning in your cabana, in my lil bikini
Double take, break ya neck, just so you bitches see it
Ya'll attracting broke boys, clear 'em out for me
Ya'll do my job, Wannado, just like you wannabe's
Bitches act like haters, but let me up the score
I see that picture of my house on your vision board (sheesh)
Who the one that get dem funds quick
On that dumb shit, you know how I do it
Who the type to keep that bag tight
Make you act right, you know how I'm movin'
Show you how to get your money up, not your funny up, we can run it up
Who got that cake, every day, niggas playin, I got nothing left to say
Blowing up your spot, better not act surprised
Lookin' in your face, I can tell you niggas fried
You ain't bout that action, niggas just be wasting time
Playing stupid games, your ass gon win a stupid prize
I see you mad mad, baby how that work
Chew em up, spit em out, and put em in the dirt
I see you mad mad, baby step to the side
Running around chasing me is like a suicide
Lemme give ya'll a break, so ya'll can catch ya breath
Chocolate skin guaranteed to make a nigga sweat
Why you don't come see me? You should come to the city
Talking way too crazy, but still ain't send the ticket
I'm running 'round ya mind, lil baby got the sauce
Spin a nigga head, leave his ass down bad and lost
Turn a bitch up, take a shot, and lemme drive the boat
It's ten bad bitches at my spot you know I do the most
Who the one that get dem funds quick
On that dumb shit, you know how I do it
Who the type to keep that bag tight
Make you act right, you know how I'm movin'
Show you how to get your money up, not your funny up, we can run it up
Who got that cake, every day, niggas playin, I got nothing left to say
On that dumb shit, you know how I do it
Who the type to keep that bag tight
Make you act right, you know how I'm movin'
Show you how to get your money up, not your funny up, we can run it up
Who got that cake, every day, niggas playin, I got nothing left to say
VIP in the club, I wanna see it all
Budget big as Big Latto, it's never giving small
Gimme sex on the beach, I want it old fashioned
We sittin' on a long island sippin' manhattans
They takin notes, they love my style, they lovin' how I'm livin'
They trynna sip on my tea, I call these niggas Lipton
I'm tanning in your cabana, in my lil bikini
Double take, break ya neck, just so you bitches see it
Ya'll attracting broke boys, clear 'em out for me
Ya'll do my job, Wannado, just like you wannabe's
Bitches act like haters, but let me up the score
I see that picture of my house on your vision board (sheesh)
Who the one that get dem funds quick
On that dumb shit, you know how I do it
Who the type to keep that bag tight
Make you act right, you know how I'm movin'
Show you how to get your money up, not your funny up, we can run it up
Who got that cake, every day, niggas playin, I got nothing left to say
Blowing up your spot, better not act surprised
Lookin' in your face, I can tell you niggas fried
You ain't bout that action, niggas just be wasting time
Playing stupid games, your ass gon win a stupid prize
I see you mad mad, baby how that work
Chew em up, spit em out, and put em in the dirt
I see you mad mad, baby step to the side
Running around chasing me is like a suicide
Lemme give ya'll a break, so ya'll can catch ya breath
Chocolate skin guaranteed to make a nigga sweat
Why you don't come see me? You should come to the city
Talking way too crazy, but still ain't send the ticket
I'm running 'round ya mind, lil baby got the sauce
Spin a nigga head, leave his ass down bad and lost
Turn a bitch up, take a shot, and lemme drive the boat
It's ten bad bitches at my spot you know I do the most
Who the one that get dem funds quick
On that dumb shit, you know how I do it
Who the type to keep that bag tight
Make you act right, you know how I'm movin'
Show you how to get your money up, not your funny up, we can run it up
Who got that cake, every day, niggas playin, I got nothing left to say
Writer: Jasmine Simon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid