Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I got bags, I got hoes
But I don't know where to go
I been rockin' on my 'lone
Pocket rocket, get 'em gone
High as f*ck,
I'm on my own planet
Yeah, bitch I'm alien
I could show you how to get some money
"Bring the paper in"
I could show you how to flip a brick
But you payin' for it
I could never get too many bags
I put pain for it
Yeah
And I'm riding in that black truck
'Member times I had some bad luck
Yeah
F*ck that shit, now I'm rich
Yeah
Bad bitch, on my dick
Yeah
Too much ice, I'm sick
Ugh, yeah
I been goin' up, I'm rich
Huh, yeah
All I rock expensive shit
Huh, yeah
That lil' ho she gotta go
Oh, no
Bitch I pour up, an' I smoke, ho
Hella syrup in my soda,
Tell her come over
I got hella gas, I roll up
She tryna smoke up
Snake, snake, snake
Gotta watch over my shoulder
(Bang, bang) Bang
Hella shots, you know it's over
Your ho', yea she know us
Don't cry on my shoulder
Don't cry, I'm a soldier
And you weak as hell,
My bitch came from hell
Wake up bitch,
I'm mad as hell
Free young thug,
Free YSL
Yeah
Y-Ye-Ye-Yeah
Yeah
I got bags, I got hoes
But I don't know where to go
I been rockin' on my 'lone
Pocket rocket, get 'em gone
High as f*ck,
I'm on my own planet
Yeah, bitch I'm alien
I could show you how to get some money
"Bring the paper in"
I could show you how to flip a brick
But you payin' for it
I could never get too many bags
I put pain for it
(Black truck)
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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I got bags, I got hoes
But I don't know where to go
I been rockin' on my 'lone
Pocket rocket, get 'em gone
High as f*ck,
I'm on my own planet
Yeah, bitch I'm alien
I could show you how to get some money
"Bring the paper in"
I could show you how to flip a brick
But you payin' for it
I could never get too many bags
I put pain for it
Yeah
And I'm riding in that black truck
'Member times I had some bad luck
Yeah
F*ck that shit, now I'm rich
Yeah
Bad bitch, on my dick
Yeah
Too much ice, I'm sick
Ugh, yeah
I been goin' up, I'm rich
Huh, yeah
All I rock expensive shit
Huh, yeah
That lil' ho she gotta go
Oh, no
Bitch I pour up, an' I smoke, ho
Hella syrup in my soda,
Tell her come over
I got hella gas, I roll up
She tryna smoke up
Snake, snake, snake
Gotta watch over my shoulder
(Bang, bang) Bang
Hella shots, you know it's over
Your ho', yea she know us
Don't cry on my shoulder
Don't cry, I'm a soldier
And you weak as hell,
My bitch came from hell
Wake up bitch,
I'm mad as hell
Free young thug,
Free YSL
Yeah
Y-Ye-Ye-Yeah
Yeah
I got bags, I got hoes
But I don't know where to go
I been rockin' on my 'lone
Pocket rocket, get 'em gone
High as f*ck,
I'm on my own planet
Yeah, bitch I'm alien
I could show you how to get some money
"Bring the paper in"
I could show you how to flip a brick
But you payin' for it
I could never get too many bags
I put pain for it
(Black truck)
Yeah
Yeah
I got bags, I got hoes
But I don't know where to go
I been rockin' on my 'lone
Pocket rocket, get 'em gone
High as f*ck,
I'm on my own planet
Yeah, bitch I'm alien
I could show you how to get some money
"Bring the paper in"
I could show you how to flip a brick
But you payin' for it
I could never get too many bags
I put pain for it
Yeah
And I'm riding in that black truck
'Member times I had some bad luck
Yeah
F*ck that shit, now I'm rich
Yeah
Bad bitch, on my dick
Yeah
Too much ice, I'm sick
Ugh, yeah
I been goin' up, I'm rich
Huh, yeah
All I rock expensive shit
Huh, yeah
That lil' ho she gotta go
Oh, no
Bitch I pour up, an' I smoke, ho
Hella syrup in my soda,
Tell her come over
I got hella gas, I roll up
She tryna smoke up
Snake, snake, snake
Gotta watch over my shoulder
(Bang, bang) Bang
Hella shots, you know it's over
Your ho', yea she know us
Don't cry on my shoulder
Don't cry, I'm a soldier
And you weak as hell,
My bitch came from hell
Wake up bitch,
I'm mad as hell
Free young thug,
Free YSL
Yeah
Y-Ye-Ye-Yeah
Yeah
I got bags, I got hoes
But I don't know where to go
I been rockin' on my 'lone
Pocket rocket, get 'em gone
High as f*ck,
I'm on my own planet
Yeah, bitch I'm alien
I could show you how to get some money
"Bring the paper in"
I could show you how to flip a brick
But you payin' for it
I could never get too many bags
I put pain for it
(Black truck)
Writer: Juno H
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid