Lyrics:
Chasing after commas while I'm chasing after dollars
Chasing after commas while I'm chasing after dollars
Chasing after commas while I'm chasing
Dalai Lama
Period no comma
Period no comma
The world got too much hate and that's a problem
I'm just trying to spread piece like Dalai Lama
Period no
I know
I know
(Big dope)
(Big dope)
I know
I know
Momma
Momma
I been sinnin, sinnin
For these commas, come ups (Oh)
Pasto, Pasto
Big dope, free
time is on any side
Busy sippin on the Henny but, we know the pain gonna come around
We gonna suffer the karma, we gon keep counting the commas
Comma
(Huh)
Counting commas ima be here wit my patnas
Counting commas ima be here wit my patnas
Bitch Iam a Rasta (bitch iam a)
Can you look at my locs
I
(Hitmaka)
(June, you're a genius)
Yeah
Tryna fuck with real niggas, commas in the safe
Gotta do what it take, yeah (yeah)
Forgi's
song
It was a ditty, he learned in the city
Comma ti yi yi yeah
Comma ti yippity yi yeah
Get along, get hip little doggies
Get along, better be
No hay nadie más preparado que el jovencito de Inglewood
Supa Good
Inglewood
I told 'em I'm the one for the job, no commas
And I'm serious,
heb die white als Madonna, push
Ik zoek die commas, hunnits on hunnits on hunnits, ja
Yeah, ja, ja
Ik heb die white als Madonna, push
Ik zoek die
Ben jij mijn lover lover Of is het die money
Wij tellen comma's on comma's so baby don't worry
Jij speelt in love maar ik weet you just wanna chop my
your money on bullshit and drama
Had zeros and zeros, and commas on commas
On commas, on commas, on commas (on commas)
Mama, look at me now (me now)
song
It was a ditty, he learned in the city
Comma ti yi yi yeah
Comma ti yippity yi yeah
Get along, get hip little doggies
Get along, better be
song
It was a ditty, he learned in the city
Comma ti yi yi yeah
Comma ti yippity yi yeah
Get along, get hip little doggies
Get along, better be
no games with this shit
I got that worker from Paulo that hit up my guala
Then told him we made for this shit
Niggas stay working for commas, we
sixteen in the clip
That boy gon see his due date
Got hunnids', on hunnids', on
Hunnids', on hunnids'
I keep me some blue racks
If it's your comma, it cost
She must have heard about my check
Would she really want me if it wasn't for my check?
Look like the lotto wrote my check
I got comma, comma, comma
they comma Which choosin like the chrome llama Trauma Brain I'mma Inflictin pain on a Liqour with homa Side'll shit me whole persona Nervous Lyrics
Young nigga chasing it back
I pull up bussin' serves
Young nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin' serves (commas)
(Either way I'mma be stacking it)
(On my,
a replacement
Comma, comma, comma each and every bank statement
Dedication, every morning feeling wasted
This is what I dreamt of in the basement
All your shit's
I need at least one comma, two commas, maybe more
In the draw bottom. More than i can get insured
They say more money, more problems but I'm sure
this money like a sigil,
Flomaticc
Fuck it up Fuck it up Commas going up and up
Niggas ain't touching us
Commas going up and up
Fuck it up Fuck it up
flap
I had to go get the commas
I had to go get the commas
I had to go get the commas
I had to go get the commas
Look at the commas they stacking
Get to the money, it's commas on commas on commas
Yeah, I say
Get to the money, it's commas on commas on commas
She got a fatty it's wobbling through
money yeah the racks yeah the commas
Baby mama drama
Get the commas
Baby mama drama
Get the commas
Baby mama drama
Get the commas
Baby mama drama
Get
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