Oh shit
Get him
That lil' boy he on the run
We gon' make that boy see a whole lotta red
Like a new bitch time of the month
Bitch, I got my own money
I don't need your help for some
You gon' drop that shit or what?
F*ck it, I don't need me none
That boy Tai, don't give no f*ck
That boy Tai love double cup
Money talk, don't interrupt
That boy Tai, gon' be that nigga that walk in
Make your ho star struck
That boy Tai stay out the way
Don't f*ck with these niggas like Uncle Ruck
Bro gon' pass that shit, yeah
I'm gon' shoot and get that dub
I can't fall for no trick at all
Cause the last time I fell for that shit
I feel like Ian
What that boy said just put your mind to it and get that shit
What was the reason?
Said you had love for a nigga
Then you just went and dip
F*ck it, I'm sittin' back, countin' the money, man
Call him Chris Tucker, that nigga a funny man
We treat that boy like a prop, he a dummy man
Bullets like pills, its going to your stomach, man
Rest in peace, 24, shout out to Money Man
I got a 2-4, call that shit Kobe, man
He not a track star, but this lil' chopper turn him to a running man
I'm off that dranky drank, I'm finna black out
City girl bitty yeah, she finna act out
She was just choosing til' I bought the racks in
Not finna slip in, no, I can't go back in
Bro Trippie Redd, he rollin' with a Mac-10
Please step aside, you don't wanna get bodied
Light skin, love it when I'm in her body
Light skin, love it when I'm in her
Oh shit
Get him
That lil' boy he on the run
We gon' make that boy see a whole lotta red
Like a new bitch time of the month
Bitch, I got my own money
I don't need your help for some
You gon' drop that shit or what?
F*ck it, I don't need me none
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Oh shit
Get him
That lil' boy he on the run
We gon' make that boy see a whole lotta red
Like a new bitch time of the month
Bitch, I got my own money
I don't need your help for some
You gon' drop that shit or what?
F*ck it, I don't need me none
That boy Tai, don't give no f*ck
That boy Tai love double cup
Money talk, don't interrupt
That boy Tai, gon' be that nigga that walk in
Make your ho star struck
That boy Tai stay out the way
Don't f*ck with these niggas like Uncle Ruck
Bro gon' pass that shit, yeah
I'm gon' shoot and get that dub
I can't fall for no trick at all
Cause the last time I fell for that shit
I feel like Ian
What that boy said just put your mind to it and get that shit
What was the reason?
Said you had love for a nigga
Then you just went and dip
F*ck it, I'm sittin' back, countin' the money, man
Call him Chris Tucker, that nigga a funny man
We treat that boy like a prop, he a dummy man
Bullets like pills, its going to your stomach, man
Rest in peace, 24, shout out to Money Man
I got a 2-4, call that shit Kobe, man
He not a track star, but this lil' chopper turn him to a running man
I'm off that dranky drank, I'm finna black out
City girl bitty yeah, she finna act out
She was just choosing til' I bought the racks in
Not finna slip in, no, I can't go back in
Bro Trippie Redd, he rollin' with a Mac-10
Please step aside, you don't wanna get bodied
Light skin, love it when I'm in her body
Light skin, love it when I'm in her
Oh shit
Get him
That lil' boy he on the run
We gon' make that boy see a whole lotta red
Like a new bitch time of the month
Bitch, I got my own money
I don't need your help for some
You gon' drop that shit or what?
F*ck it, I don't need me none
Get him
That lil' boy he on the run
We gon' make that boy see a whole lotta red
Like a new bitch time of the month
Bitch, I got my own money
I don't need your help for some
You gon' drop that shit or what?
F*ck it, I don't need me none
That boy Tai, don't give no f*ck
That boy Tai love double cup
Money talk, don't interrupt
That boy Tai, gon' be that nigga that walk in
Make your ho star struck
That boy Tai stay out the way
Don't f*ck with these niggas like Uncle Ruck
Bro gon' pass that shit, yeah
I'm gon' shoot and get that dub
I can't fall for no trick at all
Cause the last time I fell for that shit
I feel like Ian
What that boy said just put your mind to it and get that shit
What was the reason?
Said you had love for a nigga
Then you just went and dip
F*ck it, I'm sittin' back, countin' the money, man
Call him Chris Tucker, that nigga a funny man
We treat that boy like a prop, he a dummy man
Bullets like pills, its going to your stomach, man
Rest in peace, 24, shout out to Money Man
I got a 2-4, call that shit Kobe, man
He not a track star, but this lil' chopper turn him to a running man
I'm off that dranky drank, I'm finna black out
City girl bitty yeah, she finna act out
She was just choosing til' I bought the racks in
Not finna slip in, no, I can't go back in
Bro Trippie Redd, he rollin' with a Mac-10
Please step aside, you don't wanna get bodied
Light skin, love it when I'm in her body
Light skin, love it when I'm in her
Oh shit
Get him
That lil' boy he on the run
We gon' make that boy see a whole lotta red
Like a new bitch time of the month
Bitch, I got my own money
I don't need your help for some
You gon' drop that shit or what?
F*ck it, I don't need me none
Writer: TaiShawn Armstrong
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid