Why you talking you know you still got them rounds to give me
Watch you do your thing while I sit back and down the remy
I ain't no killer but they waking up that savage in me
In this hellcat go 180 we gon dash the hemi
Fast cars bad broads let me know when you ready
These niggas ain't f*cking with the mob I thought I told you already
Let a nigga try us swear to god we pop his ass like confetti
I'm getting tired of this bitch come get your hoe from the Telly
All of this money it can't fold so I Said f*ck a wallet
My diamonds they been froze like they was from the artic
She tell me that I go the hardest
Yeah
I'm not a regular person
I know these bitches is lurkin
Waiting on something to surface
I know I'm making them nervous
For the record I did it on purpose
This shit is too hot like a furnace
They hate to see that Its working
I know these niggas is hurting
Girl I ain't new to this
Niggas been thru some shit
My heart is cold
I let it go
Swear I can't love the bitch
I can't be f*cking with them hoes they on some other shit
We going up I told my niggas we above the rim
Why you talking you know you still got them rounds to give me
Watch you do your thing while I sit back and down the remy
I ain't no killer but they waking up that savage in me
In this hellcat go 180 we gon dash the hemi
Fast cars bad broads let me know when you ready
These niggas ain't f*cking with the mob I thought I told you already
Let a nigga try us swear to god we pop his ass like confetti
I'm getting tired of this bitch come get your hoe from the Telly
Big Money Count it for me
I got this diamonds on me
Pushin this hellcat i cant even tell the speed im going
I got these people thinking, given em every reason, we ballin every season, nobody playing defense
All this money cant fit in my pocket so i had to take it to the bank
Doing these shows and traveling the world so i care what a hater say
Cause bitch we making these blues, we going up real soon, we making real big moves.
Bitches might call me crazy but im gone and say
Im getting bucks, finna cop the Bentley truck,
Kwiik gone cop the Rolls Royce and you know we gone pull up
My niggas bust so please don't test ya luck
Big Money Count it for me
I got this diamonds on me
Pushin this hellcat i cant even tell the speed im going
I got these people thinking, given em every reason, we ballin every season, nobody playing defense
All this money cant fit in my pocket so i had to take it to the bank
Doing these shows and traveling the world so i care what a hater say
Cause bitch we making these blues, we going up real soon, we making real big moves.
Bitches might call me crazy but im gone and say
Im getting bucks, finna cop the Bentley truck,
Kwiik gone cop the Rolls Royce and you know we gone pull up
My niggas bust so please dont test ya luck
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Why you talking you know you still got them rounds to give me
Watch you do your thing while I sit back and down the remy
I ain't no killer but they waking up that savage in me
In this hellcat go 180 we gon dash the hemi
Fast cars bad broads let me know when you ready
These niggas ain't f*cking with the mob I thought I told you already
Let a nigga try us swear to god we pop his ass like confetti
I'm getting tired of this bitch come get your hoe from the Telly
All of this money it can't fold so I Said f*ck a wallet
My diamonds they been froze like they was from the artic
She tell me that I go the hardest
Yeah
I'm not a regular person
I know these bitches is lurkin
Waiting on something to surface
I know I'm making them nervous
For the record I did it on purpose
This shit is too hot like a furnace
They hate to see that Its working
I know these niggas is hurting
Girl I ain't new to this
Niggas been thru some shit
My heart is cold
I let it go
Swear I can't love the bitch
I can't be f*cking with them hoes they on some other shit
We going up I told my niggas we above the rim
Why you talking you know you still got them rounds to give me
Watch you do your thing while I sit back and down the remy
I ain't no killer but they waking up that savage in me
In this hellcat go 180 we gon dash the hemi
Fast cars bad broads let me know when you ready
These niggas ain't f*cking with the mob I thought I told you already
Let a nigga try us swear to god we pop his ass like confetti
I'm getting tired of this bitch come get your hoe from the Telly
Big Money Count it for me
I got this diamonds on me
Pushin this hellcat i cant even tell the speed im going
I got these people thinking, given em every reason, we ballin every season, nobody playing defense
All this money cant fit in my pocket so i had to take it to the bank
Doing these shows and traveling the world so i care what a hater say
Cause bitch we making these blues, we going up real soon, we making real big moves.
Bitches might call me crazy but im gone and say
Im getting bucks, finna cop the Bentley truck,
Kwiik gone cop the Rolls Royce and you know we gone pull up
My niggas bust so please don't test ya luck
Big Money Count it for me
I got this diamonds on me
Pushin this hellcat i cant even tell the speed im going
I got these people thinking, given em every reason, we ballin every season, nobody playing defense
All this money cant fit in my pocket so i had to take it to the bank
Doing these shows and traveling the world so i care what a hater say
Cause bitch we making these blues, we going up real soon, we making real big moves.
Bitches might call me crazy but im gone and say
Im getting bucks, finna cop the Bentley truck,
Kwiik gone cop the Rolls Royce and you know we gone pull up
My niggas bust so please dont test ya luck
Watch you do your thing while I sit back and down the remy
I ain't no killer but they waking up that savage in me
In this hellcat go 180 we gon dash the hemi
Fast cars bad broads let me know when you ready
These niggas ain't f*cking with the mob I thought I told you already
Let a nigga try us swear to god we pop his ass like confetti
I'm getting tired of this bitch come get your hoe from the Telly
All of this money it can't fold so I Said f*ck a wallet
My diamonds they been froze like they was from the artic
She tell me that I go the hardest
Yeah
I'm not a regular person
I know these bitches is lurkin
Waiting on something to surface
I know I'm making them nervous
For the record I did it on purpose
This shit is too hot like a furnace
They hate to see that Its working
I know these niggas is hurting
Girl I ain't new to this
Niggas been thru some shit
My heart is cold
I let it go
Swear I can't love the bitch
I can't be f*cking with them hoes they on some other shit
We going up I told my niggas we above the rim
Why you talking you know you still got them rounds to give me
Watch you do your thing while I sit back and down the remy
I ain't no killer but they waking up that savage in me
In this hellcat go 180 we gon dash the hemi
Fast cars bad broads let me know when you ready
These niggas ain't f*cking with the mob I thought I told you already
Let a nigga try us swear to god we pop his ass like confetti
I'm getting tired of this bitch come get your hoe from the Telly
Big Money Count it for me
I got this diamonds on me
Pushin this hellcat i cant even tell the speed im going
I got these people thinking, given em every reason, we ballin every season, nobody playing defense
All this money cant fit in my pocket so i had to take it to the bank
Doing these shows and traveling the world so i care what a hater say
Cause bitch we making these blues, we going up real soon, we making real big moves.
Bitches might call me crazy but im gone and say
Im getting bucks, finna cop the Bentley truck,
Kwiik gone cop the Rolls Royce and you know we gone pull up
My niggas bust so please don't test ya luck
Big Money Count it for me
I got this diamonds on me
Pushin this hellcat i cant even tell the speed im going
I got these people thinking, given em every reason, we ballin every season, nobody playing defense
All this money cant fit in my pocket so i had to take it to the bank
Doing these shows and traveling the world so i care what a hater say
Cause bitch we making these blues, we going up real soon, we making real big moves.
Bitches might call me crazy but im gone and say
Im getting bucks, finna cop the Bentley truck,
Kwiik gone cop the Rolls Royce and you know we gone pull up
My niggas bust so please dont test ya luck
Writer: Jeff Postell, Rylan Brock
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid