We in the club
Turn Around and Fast Money
Dollars on the floor
Big Tymers CashMoney
Then ni**as mad
Cuz they threw they last money
Gang really up
I couldn't even fit half on me
Upping all blues for Dt
Yea dog shit
I'm in the kitchen
My shit hittin
Yea! paw prints
Who got the blues
I need em all
Yea all Crip
I hit a jug for 30 thou
In the stalls bitch
When that shit touchdown
Hit it break it down all zips
From the D
And moved straight to the k
Off a dog trip
They like how you coming
I say dog shit
We ain't rappers
We really trappers
Nigga all strips
Slide down yo block wit that drum
Nigga all hits
We really slappin
My phone do numbers
Yea all flips
Pull up make a serve
And say it's fire
But it's all hit
I had to quit drinking lean
The city had all hit
F*ck a little bitch
She suckin dick
And swallow all drop
We catching loads
We keep a big bag coming
This can't stop
Gang forever up and running
Hell yeah I want that money
You call then I'm coming
I'm pull up
But I don't want no shorts
Gotta put that bitch out
Can't hop in smoking no port
When the bows touchdown
No middleman we hit the source
This wood so far
It make a pretty bitch horse
The dog so strong
It make the feins want more
The bitches go crazy
When I pop out on tour
They be like
Dam why doe ain't dropped yet
Cuz I'm in the kitchen
If I leave who gone rock that
I know my hood
I still know where my block at
I know when I upped it
I cant forgot
Where dog dropped at
Bitch I'm from the mo
And hell yeah I'll pop that
If I'm grinding then
And you know where them rocks at
Hop on that dog then
You know where that glock at
Them niggas pussy
Already know they ain't gone pop that
Sold it for 4
But spent 5
To get my glock back
Got hit wit bad dope
I still gotta knock that
I got a shoe plug
I ain't gotta use stock x
I just stuff it threw hole
And watch the money
Make the box scratch
They say apply pressure
I grabbed the weight
And went full press
I just love to mix it up
I just love to make the dope stretch
I just love to tie it up
I just love to count dope racks
I done gave his as 2 zips
Of the hit for the 4 racks
I got a brave heart, I take risk
You ain't on that
Try to play me for a lil bitch
And imma blow that
Big dog motherf*cker
You better know that
We pull up wit that shit
Yea fasho that
Big bag big guns
Yea know that
Its our time to ball
And we don't give the ball back
We in the club
Turn Around and Fast Money
Dollars on the floor
Big Tymers CashMoney
Then ni**as mad
Cuz they threw they last money
Gang really up
I couldn't even fit half on me
Upping all blues for Dt
Yea dog shit
I'm in the kitchen
My shit hittin
Yea! paw prints
Who got the blues
I need em all
Yea all Crip
I hit a jug for 30 thou
In the stalls bitch
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We in the club
Turn Around and Fast Money
Dollars on the floor
Big Tymers CashMoney
Then ni**as mad
Cuz they threw they last money
Gang really up
I couldn't even fit half on me
Upping all blues for Dt
Yea dog shit
I'm in the kitchen
My shit hittin
Yea! paw prints
Who got the blues
I need em all
Yea all Crip
I hit a jug for 30 thou
In the stalls bitch
When that shit touchdown
Hit it break it down all zips
From the D
And moved straight to the k
Off a dog trip
They like how you coming
I say dog shit
We ain't rappers
We really trappers
Nigga all strips
Slide down yo block wit that drum
Nigga all hits
We really slappin
My phone do numbers
Yea all flips
Pull up make a serve
And say it's fire
But it's all hit
I had to quit drinking lean
The city had all hit
F*ck a little bitch
She suckin dick
And swallow all drop
We catching loads
We keep a big bag coming
This can't stop
Gang forever up and running
Hell yeah I want that money
You call then I'm coming
I'm pull up
But I don't want no shorts
Gotta put that bitch out
Can't hop in smoking no port
When the bows touchdown
No middleman we hit the source
This wood so far
It make a pretty bitch horse
The dog so strong
It make the feins want more
The bitches go crazy
When I pop out on tour
They be like
Dam why doe ain't dropped yet
Cuz I'm in the kitchen
If I leave who gone rock that
I know my hood
I still know where my block at
I know when I upped it
I cant forgot
Where dog dropped at
Bitch I'm from the mo
And hell yeah I'll pop that
If I'm grinding then
And you know where them rocks at
Hop on that dog then
You know where that glock at
Them niggas pussy
Already know they ain't gone pop that
Sold it for 4
But spent 5
To get my glock back
Got hit wit bad dope
I still gotta knock that
I got a shoe plug
I ain't gotta use stock x
I just stuff it threw hole
And watch the money
Make the box scratch
They say apply pressure
I grabbed the weight
And went full press
I just love to mix it up
I just love to make the dope stretch
I just love to tie it up
I just love to count dope racks
I done gave his as 2 zips
Of the hit for the 4 racks
I got a brave heart, I take risk
You ain't on that
Try to play me for a lil bitch
And imma blow that
Big dog motherf*cker
You better know that
We pull up wit that shit
Yea fasho that
Big bag big guns
Yea know that
Its our time to ball
And we don't give the ball back
We in the club
Turn Around and Fast Money
Dollars on the floor
Big Tymers CashMoney
Then ni**as mad
Cuz they threw they last money
Gang really up
I couldn't even fit half on me
Upping all blues for Dt
Yea dog shit
I'm in the kitchen
My shit hittin
Yea! paw prints
Who got the blues
I need em all
Yea all Crip
I hit a jug for 30 thou
In the stalls bitch
Turn Around and Fast Money
Dollars on the floor
Big Tymers CashMoney
Then ni**as mad
Cuz they threw they last money
Gang really up
I couldn't even fit half on me
Upping all blues for Dt
Yea dog shit
I'm in the kitchen
My shit hittin
Yea! paw prints
Who got the blues
I need em all
Yea all Crip
I hit a jug for 30 thou
In the stalls bitch
When that shit touchdown
Hit it break it down all zips
From the D
And moved straight to the k
Off a dog trip
They like how you coming
I say dog shit
We ain't rappers
We really trappers
Nigga all strips
Slide down yo block wit that drum
Nigga all hits
We really slappin
My phone do numbers
Yea all flips
Pull up make a serve
And say it's fire
But it's all hit
I had to quit drinking lean
The city had all hit
F*ck a little bitch
She suckin dick
And swallow all drop
We catching loads
We keep a big bag coming
This can't stop
Gang forever up and running
Hell yeah I want that money
You call then I'm coming
I'm pull up
But I don't want no shorts
Gotta put that bitch out
Can't hop in smoking no port
When the bows touchdown
No middleman we hit the source
This wood so far
It make a pretty bitch horse
The dog so strong
It make the feins want more
The bitches go crazy
When I pop out on tour
They be like
Dam why doe ain't dropped yet
Cuz I'm in the kitchen
If I leave who gone rock that
I know my hood
I still know where my block at
I know when I upped it
I cant forgot
Where dog dropped at
Bitch I'm from the mo
And hell yeah I'll pop that
If I'm grinding then
And you know where them rocks at
Hop on that dog then
You know where that glock at
Them niggas pussy
Already know they ain't gone pop that
Sold it for 4
But spent 5
To get my glock back
Got hit wit bad dope
I still gotta knock that
I got a shoe plug
I ain't gotta use stock x
I just stuff it threw hole
And watch the money
Make the box scratch
They say apply pressure
I grabbed the weight
And went full press
I just love to mix it up
I just love to make the dope stretch
I just love to tie it up
I just love to count dope racks
I done gave his as 2 zips
Of the hit for the 4 racks
I got a brave heart, I take risk
You ain't on that
Try to play me for a lil bitch
And imma blow that
Big dog motherf*cker
You better know that
We pull up wit that shit
Yea fasho that
Big bag big guns
Yea know that
Its our time to ball
And we don't give the ball back
We in the club
Turn Around and Fast Money
Dollars on the floor
Big Tymers CashMoney
Then ni**as mad
Cuz they threw they last money
Gang really up
I couldn't even fit half on me
Upping all blues for Dt
Yea dog shit
I'm in the kitchen
My shit hittin
Yea! paw prints
Who got the blues
I need em all
Yea all Crip
I hit a jug for 30 thou
In the stalls bitch
Writer: Isaiah Calhoun
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