NORF SHIT (feat. Yn Jay X Louie Ray)

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Another day up in the city, I'm tryna get active
Cash up on my mind broke hoes flying straight pass them
He worried bout the ho, I'm tryna buss for 50 tho
I rather spend my time thumbing thru a nice bank roll
Do you feel me, though I can't stress bout any ho
I’m Quick to tell a bitch, get loss like she Waldo
Stil tryin' to ball tho, got plays for some dough
You just got to call tho
Ten up in my bag reach damn his mind gone
(Okay, Nigga)
Had to drive like 80 minutes, im tryna do sumtin',
I'm bigThrow a party now, I don't know who comin'
Im fake rich
I be buying t-shirt for 2 hundred
My nigga Simba logged me in twice, this nigga 2 hundred
I'm in Louis Buyin shit, I aint thru stuntin'
Burberry ain’t have the hat I want I bought the new bucket
Jay and Ray up in this bitch, I beat her doonies down for real
40 Bands On plastic cards but all my nigga made of steel
Make her nut she gotta catch it in her mouth, let's make a deal
Hit another lick invested and get all my haters kill
I remember wouldnt nobody help when I can't find a meal
He gon get us all caught up, he leave that package kinda sealed
Nikki Minaj fuckin with Rats, forget how anaconda feel
Wanted foreigns back to back so we was out here tryna steal
Hold ooon
Let my young nigga catch a body off some pills
Coocher smile , actin crazy damn I'm finna drop a grill
Louis told me it was coming, we was sittin' up in jail
Get the load up out the package gotta get out the mail
I put too much on the ... , had to get it off the scale
I ain't never go to school, but I bet I wont never fail
Nigga don't believe in God, I think he finna go to hell
She ride dick like six flags, you niggas ain't in this bag
We militant, they mismatch, apply pressure they get back
This chopper heat my hands off, still bet this bitch won't jam up
I had to run these scams up, I had to buss these bands up
And real niggas can't eat alone, I had to bring my mans up
And she ain't tell no joke but for yo bitch this dick do stand up
You had thoughts bout wifin is hat my fault for fucking you plans up
These bitches ain't go write you back, you end up in that jam bro
I just pulled up with a AR pistol, it's hand gun
Nigga fouled me, but I still score that's a hand one
Nigga pulled up and he ain't shoot, he got a jammed gun
I just threw a party full a groupies, it's a fan club
I just hit a nigga with a snare, that's a band drum
I might not hit my bitch, tonight she threw a tantrum
20 floors up in the room with a fan hun
All you see is me hitting her from the back with my hands up
Hold oooon, thought the coochie man said sumtin'
I'm in Cali so I told her that the head bussin'
Too many hoes on the flo got me hand juggling
When I started shootin' all I seeing was his leg running
Thought somebody bout slid down the block it was the feds coming
F*ck, I hit his pockets he ain't have nottin'
I can make yo cash app money, turn to cash money
Ridin round wid a baby drake like I know cash money
Ok, I just show my face ion flash money
I don came off white tee lil tag on me
I ain't gotta brag on myself, she go' brag fo me
I don't even like to spend my paper, I just stash money
I could tell by the way he countin' he never had money
Lil bro just bought a whole ... wid his last money
I could tell he probably just rap, he never had junkies
Tha Mac, $ino , YN Jay and Louis Ray
Bet got enough hoes to start us a bop parade
And we got enough dough to move like Franlin Saint
He talk a lot o' money, let's play big bank take lil bank

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