Ay, ay
Ahhh
Grah grah
Jelato
Ay, drugs up in this bitch, you know we gettin' rulthless
Ayyy, money in this bitch gone head and throw that shit, go do it
Heyy, freak bitch by my side, told her get on her knees get to it
Lookin' like she prayin' to God, but she be sinnin', tryna do me
That boy a bum, don't work no job, be in the crib, f*cked up, went through it
But you see me, I just got through it
I been countin' checks and runnin' scripts on bitches, I been through it
I don't want no love, it's pointless
Ay, can't crash about that shit, I'm tryna see what the f*ck the point is
The way I come up to your door, I'm knockin' shit just like the doorman
I been focused on my dough man, that bitch to fly put her in chrome damn
It's a rockstar life , I rock the rick, balenci & the bape
4 woods that shit gon heal my brain
Can't let no bitch drive me insane, im wit my brothers with the gang
You hate on them, you catch a flame
Drank from my cup, I'm outta space
Can't see my face, zipped up the bape
Ay,
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, what you want
I ain't touchin' these boppas, these bitches be hoes
I'm ridin' the rari then switch to the rolls
She fiending, she seein' what's on me
The Gucci, the Louis, designer its all on my toes
Like, f*ck it, let's talk about the money
I need a hundred, two hundred, three hundred some more
And yo, bitch, you see me, she runnin', she runnin', she runnin'
I know that she want it some more
I brought her around the gang, she folding' like clothes
These bitches be goin' for dough
I know that them niggas you hang with be lame
Yeah, I know them niggas be poor
Yeah, and I ain't tryna pillow talk bout shit like durk
Just know I know
Brody came in with the cup
He say he tryna pour up 4
My whips be tinted ion want nobody come in, see insde these doors
The way she looking, I can tell she need it
She been using rose
Damn, I'm way too cold
Mfs just paid 6k right for they coat
And that bitch really bold
I got some paper i want spend some mo
But wont spend on a hoe
She throwin' throat, to throat, to throat, to throat
Green rings around these bitches
Know we on go, on go', on go', on go'
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Ay, ay
Ahhh
Grah grah
Jelato
Ay, drugs up in this bitch, you know we gettin' rulthless
Ayyy, money in this bitch gone head and throw that shit, go do it
Heyy, freak bitch by my side, told her get on her knees get to it
Lookin' like she prayin' to God, but she be sinnin', tryna do me
That boy a bum, don't work no job, be in the crib, f*cked up, went through it
But you see me, I just got through it
I been countin' checks and runnin' scripts on bitches, I been through it
I don't want no love, it's pointless
Ay, can't crash about that shit, I'm tryna see what the f*ck the point is
The way I come up to your door, I'm knockin' shit just like the doorman
I been focused on my dough man, that bitch to fly put her in chrome damn
It's a rockstar life , I rock the rick, balenci & the bape
4 woods that shit gon heal my brain
Can't let no bitch drive me insane, im wit my brothers with the gang
You hate on them, you catch a flame
Drank from my cup, I'm outta space
Can't see my face, zipped up the bape
Ay,
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, what you want
I ain't touchin' these boppas, these bitches be hoes
I'm ridin' the rari then switch to the rolls
She fiending, she seein' what's on me
The Gucci, the Louis, designer its all on my toes
Like, f*ck it, let's talk about the money
I need a hundred, two hundred, three hundred some more
And yo, bitch, you see me, she runnin', she runnin', she runnin'
I know that she want it some more
I brought her around the gang, she folding' like clothes
These bitches be goin' for dough
I know that them niggas you hang with be lame
Yeah, I know them niggas be poor
Yeah, and I ain't tryna pillow talk bout shit like durk
Just know I know
Brody came in with the cup
He say he tryna pour up 4
My whips be tinted ion want nobody come in, see insde these doors
The way she looking, I can tell she need it
She been using rose
Damn, I'm way too cold
Mfs just paid 6k right for they coat
And that bitch really bold
I got some paper i want spend some mo
But wont spend on a hoe
She throwin' throat, to throat, to throat, to throat
Green rings around these bitches
Know we on go, on go', on go', on go'
Ahhh
Grah grah
Jelato
Ay, drugs up in this bitch, you know we gettin' rulthless
Ayyy, money in this bitch gone head and throw that shit, go do it
Heyy, freak bitch by my side, told her get on her knees get to it
Lookin' like she prayin' to God, but she be sinnin', tryna do me
That boy a bum, don't work no job, be in the crib, f*cked up, went through it
But you see me, I just got through it
I been countin' checks and runnin' scripts on bitches, I been through it
I don't want no love, it's pointless
Ay, can't crash about that shit, I'm tryna see what the f*ck the point is
The way I come up to your door, I'm knockin' shit just like the doorman
I been focused on my dough man, that bitch to fly put her in chrome damn
It's a rockstar life , I rock the rick, balenci & the bape
4 woods that shit gon heal my brain
Can't let no bitch drive me insane, im wit my brothers with the gang
You hate on them, you catch a flame
Drank from my cup, I'm outta space
Can't see my face, zipped up the bape
Ay,
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, what you want
I ain't touchin' these boppas, these bitches be hoes
I'm ridin' the rari then switch to the rolls
She fiending, she seein' what's on me
The Gucci, the Louis, designer its all on my toes
Like, f*ck it, let's talk about the money
I need a hundred, two hundred, three hundred some more
And yo, bitch, you see me, she runnin', she runnin', she runnin'
I know that she want it some more
I brought her around the gang, she folding' like clothes
These bitches be goin' for dough
I know that them niggas you hang with be lame
Yeah, I know them niggas be poor
Yeah, and I ain't tryna pillow talk bout shit like durk
Just know I know
Brody came in with the cup
He say he tryna pour up 4
My whips be tinted ion want nobody come in, see insde these doors
The way she looking, I can tell she need it
She been using rose
Damn, I'm way too cold
Mfs just paid 6k right for they coat
And that bitch really bold
I got some paper i want spend some mo
But wont spend on a hoe
She throwin' throat, to throat, to throat, to throat
Green rings around these bitches
Know we on go, on go', on go', on go'
Writer: Kayvo Sin, Vi¢e City
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid