Oh nah boy this shit need more Szzn
Said you wanna know how I get them stacks when I go hit the road what I'm bringing back
This aint no drugs but this shit is trap
I got me some tricks I go hit the bit I'm gon make it back
I just got the call we headed to Saks
Gotta open my trunk cause we cleaned off them racks
You could call me the plug I'm dressed in all black
I'm wearing Off White and I be niggas who keep em a strap
When I'm up in the club ain't no closing the tab
All my niggas get money all my bitches is bad
My pockets is empty I don't use a card I pay with the tap
She know I'm getting money she all on my dick she want me slap
See we not the same and I know thats a fact
You still shop in the front they take me to the back
You asking the price I just throw in my bag then I leave the spot before it get hot I'm doing the dash
I'm headed for Gucci & Louis pocket full of them racks I'm in Soho we headed for Bloomies get my new bitch a bag
What you pay for ya sneakers my nigga thats what I pay for tax
20k in a day then I head to L.A. and I'm counting them racks
See I'm eating different now so much money got blisters now
All my niggas keep sticks now
Long nose that Pippen round
So much hoes think I'm pimpin now
Got some money they listening now
Do a magic trick when yo bitch around she got small legs but the ass is round its funny now
You know I'll play with yo bitch
Is it cool if she play with my stick
In the backseat know she suckin my dick then she gotta go kick her outta my whip
That bag is a coin watch how I flip it
You give me work watch how I push it
You got the blunt you know I kush it
Back this money shit f*ck all that funny shit
I been gettin bread since cold cuts
Self made cause nobody ever showed us and we had a hundred waves when it slowed up
No time for a job that was slow bucks
I don't never ever slip you could roll up
Rick Owens drop crotch with the pole tuck
Now we sip Don P with the soda and I'm gettin to the money f*ck a open up
Said you wanna know how I get them stacks
When I go hit the road what I'm bringing back
This aint no drugs but this shit is trap
I got me some tricks I go hit the bit I'm gon make it back
I just got the call we headed to Saks
Gotta open my trunk cause we cleaned off them racks
You could call me the plug I'm dressed in all black
I'm wearing off White and I be niggas who keep em a strap
When I'm up in the club ain't no closing the tab
All my niggas get money all my bitches is bad
My pockets is empty I don't use a card I pay with the tap
She know I'm getting money she all on my dick she want me slap
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Oh nah boy this shit need more Szzn
Said you wanna know how I get them stacks when I go hit the road what I'm bringing back
This aint no drugs but this shit is trap
I got me some tricks I go hit the bit I'm gon make it back
I just got the call we headed to Saks
Gotta open my trunk cause we cleaned off them racks
You could call me the plug I'm dressed in all black
I'm wearing Off White and I be niggas who keep em a strap
When I'm up in the club ain't no closing the tab
All my niggas get money all my bitches is bad
My pockets is empty I don't use a card I pay with the tap
She know I'm getting money she all on my dick she want me slap
See we not the same and I know thats a fact
You still shop in the front they take me to the back
You asking the price I just throw in my bag then I leave the spot before it get hot I'm doing the dash
I'm headed for Gucci & Louis pocket full of them racks I'm in Soho we headed for Bloomies get my new bitch a bag
What you pay for ya sneakers my nigga thats what I pay for tax
20k in a day then I head to L.A. and I'm counting them racks
See I'm eating different now so much money got blisters now
All my niggas keep sticks now
Long nose that Pippen round
So much hoes think I'm pimpin now
Got some money they listening now
Do a magic trick when yo bitch around she got small legs but the ass is round its funny now
You know I'll play with yo bitch
Is it cool if she play with my stick
In the backseat know she suckin my dick then she gotta go kick her outta my whip
That bag is a coin watch how I flip it
You give me work watch how I push it
You got the blunt you know I kush it
Back this money shit f*ck all that funny shit
I been gettin bread since cold cuts
Self made cause nobody ever showed us and we had a hundred waves when it slowed up
No time for a job that was slow bucks
I don't never ever slip you could roll up
Rick Owens drop crotch with the pole tuck
Now we sip Don P with the soda and I'm gettin to the money f*ck a open up
Said you wanna know how I get them stacks
When I go hit the road what I'm bringing back
This aint no drugs but this shit is trap
I got me some tricks I go hit the bit I'm gon make it back
I just got the call we headed to Saks
Gotta open my trunk cause we cleaned off them racks
You could call me the plug I'm dressed in all black
I'm wearing off White and I be niggas who keep em a strap
When I'm up in the club ain't no closing the tab
All my niggas get money all my bitches is bad
My pockets is empty I don't use a card I pay with the tap
She know I'm getting money she all on my dick she want me slap
Said you wanna know how I get them stacks when I go hit the road what I'm bringing back
This aint no drugs but this shit is trap
I got me some tricks I go hit the bit I'm gon make it back
I just got the call we headed to Saks
Gotta open my trunk cause we cleaned off them racks
You could call me the plug I'm dressed in all black
I'm wearing Off White and I be niggas who keep em a strap
When I'm up in the club ain't no closing the tab
All my niggas get money all my bitches is bad
My pockets is empty I don't use a card I pay with the tap
She know I'm getting money she all on my dick she want me slap
See we not the same and I know thats a fact
You still shop in the front they take me to the back
You asking the price I just throw in my bag then I leave the spot before it get hot I'm doing the dash
I'm headed for Gucci & Louis pocket full of them racks I'm in Soho we headed for Bloomies get my new bitch a bag
What you pay for ya sneakers my nigga thats what I pay for tax
20k in a day then I head to L.A. and I'm counting them racks
See I'm eating different now so much money got blisters now
All my niggas keep sticks now
Long nose that Pippen round
So much hoes think I'm pimpin now
Got some money they listening now
Do a magic trick when yo bitch around she got small legs but the ass is round its funny now
You know I'll play with yo bitch
Is it cool if she play with my stick
In the backseat know she suckin my dick then she gotta go kick her outta my whip
That bag is a coin watch how I flip it
You give me work watch how I push it
You got the blunt you know I kush it
Back this money shit f*ck all that funny shit
I been gettin bread since cold cuts
Self made cause nobody ever showed us and we had a hundred waves when it slowed up
No time for a job that was slow bucks
I don't never ever slip you could roll up
Rick Owens drop crotch with the pole tuck
Now we sip Don P with the soda and I'm gettin to the money f*ck a open up
Said you wanna know how I get them stacks
When I go hit the road what I'm bringing back
This aint no drugs but this shit is trap
I got me some tricks I go hit the bit I'm gon make it back
I just got the call we headed to Saks
Gotta open my trunk cause we cleaned off them racks
You could call me the plug I'm dressed in all black
I'm wearing off White and I be niggas who keep em a strap
When I'm up in the club ain't no closing the tab
All my niggas get money all my bitches is bad
My pockets is empty I don't use a card I pay with the tap
She know I'm getting money she all on my dick she want me slap
Writer: Jahvan Lawrence
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid