On the road with it, getting mad digits
I'll be back sitting, counting cash with it
Talking too much, give me two months
I might come back with a stack with me
Big blunts, got the pack with me
Roll up, bring it back to me
I don't need none from a fake bum
Counting cash up, tell em stay from me
Said the party for me
But you know I won't go in
Sipping the lean so a nigga be floating
12 Hit the lights so I'm keeping it going
Twin turbo, Put the pedal to the floor shit
Don't need a gun
I got shooters that won't miss
608, bitch I grew up on the isthmus
Niggas gon' hate
But I tell them they can kiss this
Out on a date with your bitch
She gone lick this
Stack a hundred up, I don't f*ck it up
Need a double dutch, Brought a box of blunts
Steady countin' cash, I be runnin' up,
Put it in the stash, Then I'm whippin' back
I be too faced, they ain't gettin' that
I be too faded, so I'm sittin' back
In the new whip, yeah it's white and black
On some new shit, they ain't tryin that
Niggas want purple, I be rockin' Margiela
Got his girl lookin' down
Tryna see through my denim
I been gettin' pape you can see how I'm livin'
Fast cars, Fast life
Yea, you know you wanna live this,
Wanna try Queso, get a chip, take a dip bitch
Choppa know karate
And it wanna go kick shit
I leave your door with some holes Like some Swiss shit, I'm gettin' pape to the day I'm not living
Red bottoms on, bitch you ain't tryna kick shit
Foldin' up paper, I'm makin' commission
Road to the riches, back to the basics
Blunts in rotation, I'm already facing
Money on me, so I'm hittin' the store
Some on the side, it go straight to my smoke
Stay coppin' shit, but I never go broke
Stand' on my pape, I'm a winner fasho
On the road with it, getting mad digits
I'll be back sitting, counting cash with it
Talking too much, give me two months
I might come back with a stack with me
Big blunts, got the pack with me
Roll up, bring it back to me
I don't need none from a fake bum
Counting cash up, tell em stay from me
Said the party for me
But you know I won't go in
Sipping the lean so a nigga be floating
12 Hit the lights so I'm keeping it going
Twin turbo, Put the pedal to the floor shit
Don't need a gun
I got shooters that won't miss
608, bitch I grew up on the isthmus
Niggas gon' hate
But I tell them they can kiss this
Out on a date with your bitch
She gone lick this
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On the road with it, getting mad digits
I'll be back sitting, counting cash with it
Talking too much, give me two months
I might come back with a stack with me
Big blunts, got the pack with me
Roll up, bring it back to me
I don't need none from a fake bum
Counting cash up, tell em stay from me
Said the party for me
But you know I won't go in
Sipping the lean so a nigga be floating
12 Hit the lights so I'm keeping it going
Twin turbo, Put the pedal to the floor shit
Don't need a gun
I got shooters that won't miss
608, bitch I grew up on the isthmus
Niggas gon' hate
But I tell them they can kiss this
Out on a date with your bitch
She gone lick this
Stack a hundred up, I don't f*ck it up
Need a double dutch, Brought a box of blunts
Steady countin' cash, I be runnin' up,
Put it in the stash, Then I'm whippin' back
I be too faced, they ain't gettin' that
I be too faded, so I'm sittin' back
In the new whip, yeah it's white and black
On some new shit, they ain't tryin that
Niggas want purple, I be rockin' Margiela
Got his girl lookin' down
Tryna see through my denim
I been gettin' pape you can see how I'm livin'
Fast cars, Fast life
Yea, you know you wanna live this,
Wanna try Queso, get a chip, take a dip bitch
Choppa know karate
And it wanna go kick shit
I leave your door with some holes Like some Swiss shit, I'm gettin' pape to the day I'm not living
Red bottoms on, bitch you ain't tryna kick shit
Foldin' up paper, I'm makin' commission
Road to the riches, back to the basics
Blunts in rotation, I'm already facing
Money on me, so I'm hittin' the store
Some on the side, it go straight to my smoke
Stay coppin' shit, but I never go broke
Stand' on my pape, I'm a winner fasho
On the road with it, getting mad digits
I'll be back sitting, counting cash with it
Talking too much, give me two months
I might come back with a stack with me
Big blunts, got the pack with me
Roll up, bring it back to me
I don't need none from a fake bum
Counting cash up, tell em stay from me
Said the party for me
But you know I won't go in
Sipping the lean so a nigga be floating
12 Hit the lights so I'm keeping it going
Twin turbo, Put the pedal to the floor shit
Don't need a gun
I got shooters that won't miss
608, bitch I grew up on the isthmus
Niggas gon' hate
But I tell them they can kiss this
Out on a date with your bitch
She gone lick this
I'll be back sitting, counting cash with it
Talking too much, give me two months
I might come back with a stack with me
Big blunts, got the pack with me
Roll up, bring it back to me
I don't need none from a fake bum
Counting cash up, tell em stay from me
Said the party for me
But you know I won't go in
Sipping the lean so a nigga be floating
12 Hit the lights so I'm keeping it going
Twin turbo, Put the pedal to the floor shit
Don't need a gun
I got shooters that won't miss
608, bitch I grew up on the isthmus
Niggas gon' hate
But I tell them they can kiss this
Out on a date with your bitch
She gone lick this
Stack a hundred up, I don't f*ck it up
Need a double dutch, Brought a box of blunts
Steady countin' cash, I be runnin' up,
Put it in the stash, Then I'm whippin' back
I be too faced, they ain't gettin' that
I be too faded, so I'm sittin' back
In the new whip, yeah it's white and black
On some new shit, they ain't tryin that
Niggas want purple, I be rockin' Margiela
Got his girl lookin' down
Tryna see through my denim
I been gettin' pape you can see how I'm livin'
Fast cars, Fast life
Yea, you know you wanna live this,
Wanna try Queso, get a chip, take a dip bitch
Choppa know karate
And it wanna go kick shit
I leave your door with some holes Like some Swiss shit, I'm gettin' pape to the day I'm not living
Red bottoms on, bitch you ain't tryna kick shit
Foldin' up paper, I'm makin' commission
Road to the riches, back to the basics
Blunts in rotation, I'm already facing
Money on me, so I'm hittin' the store
Some on the side, it go straight to my smoke
Stay coppin' shit, but I never go broke
Stand' on my pape, I'm a winner fasho
On the road with it, getting mad digits
I'll be back sitting, counting cash with it
Talking too much, give me two months
I might come back with a stack with me
Big blunts, got the pack with me
Roll up, bring it back to me
I don't need none from a fake bum
Counting cash up, tell em stay from me
Said the party for me
But you know I won't go in
Sipping the lean so a nigga be floating
12 Hit the lights so I'm keeping it going
Twin turbo, Put the pedal to the floor shit
Don't need a gun
I got shooters that won't miss
608, bitch I grew up on the isthmus
Niggas gon' hate
But I tell them they can kiss this
Out on a date with your bitch
She gone lick this
Writer: Austyn Grieshammer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid