Lyrics:
to vacate the spot
Told me add more bass elevate the drop
I'm bout spreading love
If they plotting to keep mine
Put em in the dirt then I throw em the peace
yeah
I can't share the rest, yeah
I am a boss
My noodles were made by Bob Ross
I dip 'em in sauce
Not one drop be lost
I don't care how much it cost
I
M o n e y it's money in this bitch
Pockets stay fat like my tummy in this bitch
Haters hating on me cuz they bumy in this bitch
Try me its a wrap
Pull up in an all black ford I ain't even got the windows tinted
Whole heart beat in my chest it ain't not one pump of heat up in it
It's a cold
from the jewels
Cocaine it cook in the pot
Niggas wan talk
Money we getting a lot
Slide through ya block in a drop
Looking for thots
Hoe is you
Crucify me and my fiends
Acting like they know my streets
Acting all brand new
We be in the church with the middle finger up
We be in the church with
I got her in my bucket list
I just wanna fuck the bitch
Inny minie miny mo
Phoreign piper pipe the ho
She gon pop it off
She gon pop it off
She
speed dial to call up the hittas (the hittas)
I be gettin to this money shipe
I ain't slept in a hundred nights
On the grind gettin this bag right
I'll
Yeah
Fresh out the -
Fresh out the muhfuckin' block
Skrrrt
Pull up to the scene I got drank in my cup (Phew)
Smoke in the air 4 grams in a blunt
effer and we be hi in wat ( the club)
All my Ladies in the club who knows they come to mash it up
Let me see yuh bend yuh backs
And make yuh hips drop
run up on him, act a fool
Make sure I hit you, you, and you
Got the drop, I let Monte loose
That's man downs in front the school
And we still
up)
in the country (in the country)
Don't touch me (Don't touch me)
I'm clutchy (I'm clutchy)
I'm fussy (I'm fussy)
Live money (Live money)
animals
Anticipating the showdown
In my town
Pretty (? ) bitches get fucked
Then they stock just drop
They rpops go bankrupt
So tell me who's pimping
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
on every block
Jumpin in and out of cherry drops
as the plot thickens, watch glistens
Feds trail us, surveil us, tell us
not enough evidence (?) us
time to ride its time to ride
Sometimes you have to keep it calm play it low
Bite your bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe
In the streets
to the dealer you know I cop that (What's that?)
Brand new 'rarri and the roof drop back (The 60)
Came through Harlem like the Rooftop back
Money in the bank man
strings on a guitars
Think one minute I'm up by the [Incomprehensible]
Now you can steady stop gleamin' the floor
I spit shit for the drops
In a square
through him then it's back to the block
Niggas making drops in my momma mailbox
'Cause I'm serving everything from the pills to the rocks
On the porch in
Goddess of the century Shout out my haters, shout out to my enemies.
I like my women In pairs but I’m not saying that I fuck with polygamy yeah Before I
the whole store when I go in a shop
I go off the grid when its time for a drop
This ain't a hobby yo I'll never stop
Im dripping so much I think I need a mop
african"
Told shorty "Get out" don't do that lil shit again
Man i'm finna drop 20 racks up in prada
She ask what i got her i told that hoe "nada"
Come get yo
You ain't never seen a nigga Dripping sauce like this floss
Like This a boss like this
Wrist frost bit Like this
Money in the vault like this
Walk
In the sands, In the sands
Knowledge, in the sands
In the Sands
Hidden in the sands
Written in the hands
Living in the land
King will lead man
Think
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