Lyrics
I get money fuck is you talking about
Trying to put my niggas in that dog house
All that petty shit I don't have time for
I gave my heart to the commas
Merch it put it on everything
All my niggas with the drama
Treat me like I got the blueprint
I'm the boss boss like Obama
Running it up can't get no faster
No safety we gon' blast it
Bad lil bitch I keep a classic
AMG fuck Benz 4matic
I don't want love it's too late
Don't stand in my sand got 2 waves
Can't stand nobody y'all too fake
Getting this money got new cake
Don't start acting toxic
Talking about you know I got options
That's how you end up on the blocklist
I can speak on loyalty cus I got it
Scoring the ball I don't need to pass
I'm going hard in the paint like I'm Shaq
Go get inspired you still on yo ass
I'm on my way to the cash
I want that vette cus it's fast
No way that I'm coming in last
I'm a just press on the gas
Don't have to snake me just ask
Put everyone on my back
The love not as real as it seems
Jealousy and envy
Make you keep a semi
Screaming out please don't tempt me
I get money fuck is you talking about
Trying to put my niggas in that dog house
All that petty shit I don't have time for
I gave my heart to the commas
Merch it put it on everything
All my niggas with the drama
Treat me like I got the blueprint
I'm the boss boss like Obama
Gotta show me the bread
You know what it is
Flooring this bitch I'm changing the gear
Applying the pressure I'm taking it there
Me and these niggas don't never compare
I don't even let a hater get near me
Huh, shit is scary
I'm Derrick Henry with the carry
47th Van Buren that's Gary
Ask if I'm drunk I'm a say just a little
Might take a flick with yo bitch while I'm with her
She like a winner
Walk in the bank I'm impressing the teller
I tell her come with us
I feel like Malcom stuck in the middle
When I'm pulling up its not a rental
I hear niggas say that they feel me
I don't feel em
Pushing these racks down in my denim
If they cross you you pose to get em
If they cross you kill em
I know real ones been with it
I get money fuck is you talking about
Trying to put my niggas in that dog house
All that petty shit I don't have time for
I gave my heart to the commas
Merch it put it on everything
All my niggas with the drama
Treat me like I got the blueprint
I'm the boss boss like Obama
I get money fuck is you talking about
Trying to put my niggas in that dog house
All that petty shit I don't have time for
I gave my heart to the commas
(She don't really love me she just wanna brag)
(She don't really love me she just wanna bag)
WRITERS
ANDRE JONES, IBRAHIM SOLIMAN
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
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