Lyrics:
My shoes
That's ah check
Hair slayed
That's ah check
What's round my neck
Cost a check
Need mo commas
With my checks
My shoes
That's ah check
Hair
Money and bitches I like money and bitches
Money and bitches I like money and bitches
I'm talking digits and dollahs
Zeros and commas
Baby save me
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
the crib I keep me a strap
I got a lil boy, I got to get back
I need me some commas and commas and commas
And commas and commas and commas
And commas
Oh ah ah
Yea mamacita
I love the way you talk
Uh uh yea
Mamacita
I'm Loving the way you walk
Uh uh yea
Getting them commas and
Getting everything you
I want it all big bags yea that greenery
Its time to flex diamonds bikes and sports cars
Send me that check two commas and seven stars
I want it all
Lately we sipping tequila
Smoking my strain of sativa
I'm a high-level achiever
(Whoah)
Commas on commas on commas
That's all that I know
(Whoah)
Feel like
Before all the drama
We were getting to the commas commas commas
I got so many problems
I see why she ain't bothering
And I can't see you like this
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
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
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
Uah poretta me poretta me comma'
Quante cose t'aio 'a racconta'
Quante cose t'aio 'a racconta'
Me metto ecco ascisa co lu foco vecino
Uah commà che
Dear mama
Love you mama
I ain't goin', mama
That be Maaly Raw
Dear mama
I don't wanna sign off (no way)
Out here getting commas (commas
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
Drum Squad and Gucci
Gucci Mane and Drumma
Bankrolls got dumber
Cause we ain't getting no younger
Comma after comma
Comma after comma
Comma
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
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
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
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
My bank account filled with commas
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what
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