Them boys talking big But they pockets be thin
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
Them boys talking big But they pockets be thin
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
We was dem niggas everyone gave up That really came up on they own
And now the same ones who doubted now see me an be like ayo put me on
Aint finna argue wit niggas bout pennies when I know my money be grown
They don't anna wit me they to weak and always be geeked off the strong
We to way up they can't get on our level
We standing on business wherever whenever
Ya chick let me beat but I wasn't the treble
Put gold on my wrist yea I yellow my bezzle
I stay too high I be way of the planet my head be somewhere in the clouds
Don't do no back and forth over the internet real life these niggas be clowns
If you ain't like that just be yourself, hate when a goofy just wanna be down
Invested our paper so racks come forever yall niggas got money right now
She a lil baddie but her friend is badder and I might just f*ck on them both
It 3 in the morning and her body moaning she said that she ready to go
We got the juice and the sauce and the wham these niggas got none of the spill
So they wanna ride on our wave guess they surfers or either these niggas got gills
Cap two yo self if ya want but ya broad even said he that nigga for real
But f*ck how you feel cuz we got the city on lock too Keep it a BILL
Them boys talking big But they pockets be thin
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
Them boys talking big But they pockets be thin
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
Them boys talking big But they pockets be thin
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
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Them boys talking big But they pockets be thin
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
Them boys talking big But they pockets be thin
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
We was dem niggas everyone gave up That really came up on they own
And now the same ones who doubted now see me an be like ayo put me on
Aint finna argue wit niggas bout pennies when I know my money be grown
They don't anna wit me they to weak and always be geeked off the strong
We to way up they can't get on our level
We standing on business wherever whenever
Ya chick let me beat but I wasn't the treble
Put gold on my wrist yea I yellow my bezzle
I stay too high I be way of the planet my head be somewhere in the clouds
Don't do no back and forth over the internet real life these niggas be clowns
If you ain't like that just be yourself, hate when a goofy just wanna be down
Invested our paper so racks come forever yall niggas got money right now
She a lil baddie but her friend is badder and I might just f*ck on them both
It 3 in the morning and her body moaning she said that she ready to go
We got the juice and the sauce and the wham these niggas got none of the spill
So they wanna ride on our wave guess they surfers or either these niggas got gills
Cap two yo self if ya want but ya broad even said he that nigga for real
But f*ck how you feel cuz we got the city on lock too Keep it a BILL
Them boys talking big But they pockets be thin
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
Them boys talking big But they pockets be thin
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
Them boys talking big But they pockets be thin
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
Them boys talking big But they pockets be thin
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
We was dem niggas everyone gave up That really came up on they own
And now the same ones who doubted now see me an be like ayo put me on
Aint finna argue wit niggas bout pennies when I know my money be grown
They don't anna wit me they to weak and always be geeked off the strong
We to way up they can't get on our level
We standing on business wherever whenever
Ya chick let me beat but I wasn't the treble
Put gold on my wrist yea I yellow my bezzle
I stay too high I be way of the planet my head be somewhere in the clouds
Don't do no back and forth over the internet real life these niggas be clowns
If you ain't like that just be yourself, hate when a goofy just wanna be down
Invested our paper so racks come forever yall niggas got money right now
She a lil baddie but her friend is badder and I might just f*ck on them both
It 3 in the morning and her body moaning she said that she ready to go
We got the juice and the sauce and the wham these niggas got none of the spill
So they wanna ride on our wave guess they surfers or either these niggas got gills
Cap two yo self if ya want but ya broad even said he that nigga for real
But f*ck how you feel cuz we got the city on lock too Keep it a BILL
Them boys talking big But they pockets be thin
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
Them boys talking big But they pockets be thin
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
Them boys talking big But they pockets be thin
And its only designer be touching my Skin
We came from the gutta but we came to win
Tryna ride on our wave I guess niggas got fins
I put my phone on do not disturb
Getting top in my drop it's superb
Lil mama get lit on the gram AH
Pullup we got sauce we got wham
Writer: Gemill Graham
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