What you gon' do? Is you gon' get some money? Or be broke, pick one or two
I'm in love with cheese and salad dressin', but I want some blues
Play with my money, pull up on ya, blowin' shit like flutes
The E-man gon' push that button, soon as my boy see white and blue
And this motherf*cker gettin' nasty, bet they call off all pursuits
But anyway, these hoes want some money and D-I-C-K too
Niggas trickin' off on hoes, that's somethin' I'll never do
Just tryin' to beat up that bitch monkey, these bitches know how I do
If it's about pape, I'm comin', make the wrong move, I'm dumpin'
Barely go to a function, niggas, they be on nonsense'
F*ck her pull-off, I'm bonnet ', bitches, they want the Johnson
Niggas know how I'm comin', cuz' lil Zo who, they bumpin'
Hella Guap what I'm thumbin', remember days I was bummin'
Gotta get to that money, I'm chasin coins like I'm sonic
Hate that I'm always stuntin', that's just cuz' I came from Nothin
Want smoke, then we givin' cancer, these niggas, they always runnin'
Back poppin' my shit, I cannot ear, or sleep if I ain't got cheese
She got my love and got my heart, Giving head like some beads
Tired of ballin', in the states need to go overseas
If she look at me too long, then her eye bound to freeze
I'm on some savage shit, you can call me webbie or lil' Boosie Bad
Had to leave that lil' hoe alone, she probably snitch on lil cash
I know some shit back from the 10th grade, it still gon' make me mad
Plus, I'm makin' cash in a black LV bag
She Peanut butter motherf*cker, nappy ass wig
Every time she see me, she be all in my shit
Handsome ass, nigga finna be 20 without no kids
Morale of the story Cash money, finna be big
She want a f*ck a' nigga like me, and I know why
I know why, I'ma get money, stay clean, type of guy, till I die
She keep treatin' like her charger, how she ride, how we roll
Calvin died when I got home, I damn near cried
King Zo - What U Gone Do (feat. Cashboy Xy) Lyrics
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What you gon' do? Is you gon' get some money? Or be broke, pick one or two
I'm in love with cheese and salad dressin', but I want some blues
Play with my money, pull up on ya, blowin' shit like flutes
The E-man gon' push that button, soon as my boy see white and blue
And this motherf*cker gettin' nasty, bet they call off all pursuits
But anyway, these hoes want some money and D-I-C-K too
Niggas trickin' off on hoes, that's somethin' I'll never do
Just tryin' to beat up that bitch monkey, these bitches know how I do
If it's about pape, I'm comin', make the wrong move, I'm dumpin'
Barely go to a function, niggas, they be on nonsense'
F*ck her pull-off, I'm bonnet ', bitches, they want the Johnson
Niggas know how I'm comin', cuz' lil Zo who, they bumpin'
Hella Guap what I'm thumbin', remember days I was bummin'
Gotta get to that money, I'm chasin coins like I'm sonic
Hate that I'm always stuntin', that's just cuz' I came from Nothin
Want smoke, then we givin' cancer, these niggas, they always runnin'
Back poppin' my shit, I cannot ear, or sleep if I ain't got cheese
She got my love and got my heart, Giving head like some beads
Tired of ballin', in the states need to go overseas
If she look at me too long, then her eye bound to freeze
I'm on some savage shit, you can call me webbie or lil' Boosie Bad
Had to leave that lil' hoe alone, she probably snitch on lil cash
I know some shit back from the 10th grade, it still gon' make me mad
Plus, I'm makin' cash in a black LV bag
She Peanut butter motherf*cker, nappy ass wig
Every time she see me, she be all in my shit
Handsome ass, nigga finna be 20 without no kids
Morale of the story Cash money, finna be big
She want a f*ck a' nigga like me, and I know why
I know why, I'ma get money, stay clean, type of guy, till I die
She keep treatin' like her charger, how she ride, how we roll
Calvin died when I got home, I damn near cried
I'm in love with cheese and salad dressin', but I want some blues
Play with my money, pull up on ya, blowin' shit like flutes
The E-man gon' push that button, soon as my boy see white and blue
And this motherf*cker gettin' nasty, bet they call off all pursuits
But anyway, these hoes want some money and D-I-C-K too
Niggas trickin' off on hoes, that's somethin' I'll never do
Just tryin' to beat up that bitch monkey, these bitches know how I do
If it's about pape, I'm comin', make the wrong move, I'm dumpin'
Barely go to a function, niggas, they be on nonsense'
F*ck her pull-off, I'm bonnet ', bitches, they want the Johnson
Niggas know how I'm comin', cuz' lil Zo who, they bumpin'
Hella Guap what I'm thumbin', remember days I was bummin'
Gotta get to that money, I'm chasin coins like I'm sonic
Hate that I'm always stuntin', that's just cuz' I came from Nothin
Want smoke, then we givin' cancer, these niggas, they always runnin'
Back poppin' my shit, I cannot ear, or sleep if I ain't got cheese
She got my love and got my heart, Giving head like some beads
Tired of ballin', in the states need to go overseas
If she look at me too long, then her eye bound to freeze
I'm on some savage shit, you can call me webbie or lil' Boosie Bad
Had to leave that lil' hoe alone, she probably snitch on lil cash
I know some shit back from the 10th grade, it still gon' make me mad
Plus, I'm makin' cash in a black LV bag
She Peanut butter motherf*cker, nappy ass wig
Every time she see me, she be all in my shit
Handsome ass, nigga finna be 20 without no kids
Morale of the story Cash money, finna be big
She want a f*ck a' nigga like me, and I know why
I know why, I'ma get money, stay clean, type of guy, till I die
She keep treatin' like her charger, how she ride, how we roll
Calvin died when I got home, I damn near cried
Writer: devin jackson
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