I don't play around with cops, f*ck with mine and you get shot
Niggas playin' with my money, clean them up, yeah, they get mopped
Yeah, you know we gettin' money, new whip, I'm off the lot
I got hoes, I got thots, I got drugs, you can cop
Rockin' Louis, rockin' Gucci, rockin' Dorsey, rockin' Fendi
Yeah, she wanna be my missus, but she say I'm too pretentious
All my niggas keep it real, now we ain't pretendin', yeah
If you f*ck with me, my niggas pull up with them semi, yeah
Ayy, Zo, why she say you so pretentious, man
Ayy, I don't know, guess cause all this designer I got on, man
Oops, there it goes, get the money off the floor
Put that pussy on the scale, bag it up and hit the store
Like, all I know is Noah's, get that nigga on the phone
Everybody be the plug till you bustin' down the door
Like, I'm wildin', I'm wildin', I'm wildin', I'm wildin
You don't want no problem, no, you don't want no problem
Like, Adam, uh, uh, Adam
Get up off that ground, goddammit, nigga, that's Adam
Don't have to go without him, leave his ass till you found him
Pull up in that, uh-huh, you don't want no problem
Money all around him, bitch, don't come with the silence
Always talkin' that wild shit, so I pull up with that mileage
Who do you see? I'm part man and part machine
I'm a graduated nigga, graduated from the street
From the city where you make it, then you pop in the next week
I got degrees, I got degrees, my flow disease, stay away from me
Okay, I'm wildin', wildin', wildin', and I pull up in that Holy Ghost
You don't want no problem, cause I hate it, ain't no antidote
Cut through magazines, I ain't tryna make no rationale
Doop-doop-doop-doop, and it close, bag it up and hit the store
Oops, there it goes, get the money off the floor
Put that pussy on the scale, bag it up and hit the store
Like, all I know is Noah's, get that nigga on the phone
Everybody be the plug till you bustin' down the door
Oops, there it goes, get the money off the floor
Put that pussy on the scale, bag it up and hit the store
Like, all I know is Noah's, get that nigga on the phone
Everybody be the plug till we bustin' down the door
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I don't play around with cops, f*ck with mine and you get shot
Niggas playin' with my money, clean them up, yeah, they get mopped
Yeah, you know we gettin' money, new whip, I'm off the lot
I got hoes, I got thots, I got drugs, you can cop
Rockin' Louis, rockin' Gucci, rockin' Dorsey, rockin' Fendi
Yeah, she wanna be my missus, but she say I'm too pretentious
All my niggas keep it real, now we ain't pretendin', yeah
If you f*ck with me, my niggas pull up with them semi, yeah
Ayy, Zo, why she say you so pretentious, man
Ayy, I don't know, guess cause all this designer I got on, man
Oops, there it goes, get the money off the floor
Put that pussy on the scale, bag it up and hit the store
Like, all I know is Noah's, get that nigga on the phone
Everybody be the plug till you bustin' down the door
Like, I'm wildin', I'm wildin', I'm wildin', I'm wildin
You don't want no problem, no, you don't want no problem
Like, Adam, uh, uh, Adam
Get up off that ground, goddammit, nigga, that's Adam
Don't have to go without him, leave his ass till you found him
Pull up in that, uh-huh, you don't want no problem
Money all around him, bitch, don't come with the silence
Always talkin' that wild shit, so I pull up with that mileage
Who do you see? I'm part man and part machine
I'm a graduated nigga, graduated from the street
From the city where you make it, then you pop in the next week
I got degrees, I got degrees, my flow disease, stay away from me
Okay, I'm wildin', wildin', wildin', and I pull up in that Holy Ghost
You don't want no problem, cause I hate it, ain't no antidote
Cut through magazines, I ain't tryna make no rationale
Doop-doop-doop-doop, and it close, bag it up and hit the store
Oops, there it goes, get the money off the floor
Put that pussy on the scale, bag it up and hit the store
Like, all I know is Noah's, get that nigga on the phone
Everybody be the plug till you bustin' down the door
Oops, there it goes, get the money off the floor
Put that pussy on the scale, bag it up and hit the store
Like, all I know is Noah's, get that nigga on the phone
Everybody be the plug till we bustin' down the door
Niggas playin' with my money, clean them up, yeah, they get mopped
Yeah, you know we gettin' money, new whip, I'm off the lot
I got hoes, I got thots, I got drugs, you can cop
Rockin' Louis, rockin' Gucci, rockin' Dorsey, rockin' Fendi
Yeah, she wanna be my missus, but she say I'm too pretentious
All my niggas keep it real, now we ain't pretendin', yeah
If you f*ck with me, my niggas pull up with them semi, yeah
Ayy, Zo, why she say you so pretentious, man
Ayy, I don't know, guess cause all this designer I got on, man
Oops, there it goes, get the money off the floor
Put that pussy on the scale, bag it up and hit the store
Like, all I know is Noah's, get that nigga on the phone
Everybody be the plug till you bustin' down the door
Like, I'm wildin', I'm wildin', I'm wildin', I'm wildin
You don't want no problem, no, you don't want no problem
Like, Adam, uh, uh, Adam
Get up off that ground, goddammit, nigga, that's Adam
Don't have to go without him, leave his ass till you found him
Pull up in that, uh-huh, you don't want no problem
Money all around him, bitch, don't come with the silence
Always talkin' that wild shit, so I pull up with that mileage
Who do you see? I'm part man and part machine
I'm a graduated nigga, graduated from the street
From the city where you make it, then you pop in the next week
I got degrees, I got degrees, my flow disease, stay away from me
Okay, I'm wildin', wildin', wildin', and I pull up in that Holy Ghost
You don't want no problem, cause I hate it, ain't no antidote
Cut through magazines, I ain't tryna make no rationale
Doop-doop-doop-doop, and it close, bag it up and hit the store
Oops, there it goes, get the money off the floor
Put that pussy on the scale, bag it up and hit the store
Like, all I know is Noah's, get that nigga on the phone
Everybody be the plug till you bustin' down the door
Oops, there it goes, get the money off the floor
Put that pussy on the scale, bag it up and hit the store
Like, all I know is Noah's, get that nigga on the phone
Everybody be the plug till we bustin' down the door
Writer: Emmanuel Simms
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid