Hahha
Cash
Yeah Ayeeeeeee
Man who that bruh
Hahha
Man y'all got to chill
Though yeah yeah
I got the bag in now I'm lit
Christian Dior I got the drip
Flex on yo hoe I might
Flex on yo bitch
You fooling yourself I gotta trick
Walk down kick down shit like a dojo
I gotta skate state farm jake
We at the ruth chris eating on steak
I got a plan yeah dinner date
I get this shit like geico
I'm about this shit
You got the shit
And I up up the pole
Dododo You is a hoe
Ohh yeah I hear it lil bro
I get the money I had to get dough
You talk to the feds that is a no
12 huh yeah go
I gotta duck uhh low
I'm about this shit yeah go
Yeah
Man who that bruh
Ayyee swipe ayye
I rob a nigga you thought I was cj
Hide the strap in my louis V PJ's
I get the money nigga
I split it in three ways
Jump off the porch
Then hoped on the e way
Getting the money
You niggas can't see me
Blind bat bitch Stevie
I hit at a nigga you
Thought I was griddy
Ondelayy come and feed me
Hahhaa
Man you already knew
Gotta feed him
Yeah we eating
Hahah go get that money though
Yeah yeah yeah
$acks - Freestyle (feat. SwipeLaFlare) Lyrics
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Hahha
Cash
Yeah Ayeeeeeee
Man who that bruh
Hahha
Man y'all got to chill
Though yeah yeah
I got the bag in now I'm lit
Christian Dior I got the drip
Flex on yo hoe I might
Flex on yo bitch
You fooling yourself I gotta trick
Walk down kick down shit like a dojo
I gotta skate state farm jake
We at the ruth chris eating on steak
I got a plan yeah dinner date
I get this shit like geico
I'm about this shit
You got the shit
And I up up the pole
Dododo You is a hoe
Ohh yeah I hear it lil bro
I get the money I had to get dough
You talk to the feds that is a no
12 huh yeah go
I gotta duck uhh low
I'm about this shit yeah go
Yeah
Man who that bruh
Ayyee swipe ayye
I rob a nigga you thought I was cj
Hide the strap in my louis V PJ's
I get the money nigga
I split it in three ways
Jump off the porch
Then hoped on the e way
Getting the money
You niggas can't see me
Blind bat bitch Stevie
I hit at a nigga you
Thought I was griddy
Ondelayy come and feed me
Hahhaa
Man you already knew
Gotta feed him
Yeah we eating
Hahah go get that money though
Yeah yeah yeah
Cash
Yeah Ayeeeeeee
Man who that bruh
Hahha
Man y'all got to chill
Though yeah yeah
I got the bag in now I'm lit
Christian Dior I got the drip
Flex on yo hoe I might
Flex on yo bitch
You fooling yourself I gotta trick
Walk down kick down shit like a dojo
I gotta skate state farm jake
We at the ruth chris eating on steak
I got a plan yeah dinner date
I get this shit like geico
I'm about this shit
You got the shit
And I up up the pole
Dododo You is a hoe
Ohh yeah I hear it lil bro
I get the money I had to get dough
You talk to the feds that is a no
12 huh yeah go
I gotta duck uhh low
I'm about this shit yeah go
Yeah
Man who that bruh
Ayyee swipe ayye
I rob a nigga you thought I was cj
Hide the strap in my louis V PJ's
I get the money nigga
I split it in three ways
Jump off the porch
Then hoped on the e way
Getting the money
You niggas can't see me
Blind bat bitch Stevie
I hit at a nigga you
Thought I was griddy
Ondelayy come and feed me
Hahhaa
Man you already knew
Gotta feed him
Yeah we eating
Hahah go get that money though
Yeah yeah yeah
Writer: JJ Davis
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