Aye
Huh
Oh What
If I don't got no money
Why the f*ck you all up in my face
I got 3 blunts on me
And I take em to the face
I got 3 perc 30's
And they got me feeling strange
If you talking all that shit
Gotta pull up in the range
Shit dont even matter to me
Shit just always wack
Sittin in the back
Sippin act
Out my Hydroflask
In 8th grade know I told myself this cash gone have my back
If you tryna move that zip through me
You know it's getting taxed
Gotta get the cash fast
Show me where the racks at
Coolin wit the big bag
Winnin now you big mad
She left and now you so sad
Show her stacks she comin back
Show her more she throw it back
It's up to you
Remember that
Took a sip out my cup
Look at her
And i'm like what it do
Dropped outta school
Made my racks
I'm like
Who are you
Told that girl i'm sorry
Got the bag
Yeah i'm on the move
She said she want me and I told her like
Yeah it's up to you
If I don't got no money
Why the f*ck you all up in my face
I got 3 blunts on me
And I take em to the face
I got 3 perc 30's
And they got me feeling strange
If you talking all that shit
Gotta pull up in the range
Sippin white wine wit yo bitch
I'm in the mood for exploration
Ask that girl to f*ck me once
She said I love you in quotations
Man they must've shermed yo blunt
If you might've thought i'm playin
Man you need to smoke some bud Just to get some inspiration
Ion want no top I wanna f*ck
Ask yo girl she know wassup
I done stacked this bread all the way To the tippy top
And I do this shit a lot
In the whip
I'm taking shots
Man I think I see the cops
Got the shit stuffed in my sock
Took a sip out my cup
Look at her
And i'm like what it do
Dropped outta school
Made my racks
I'm like
Who are you
Told that girl i'm sorry
Got the bag
Yeah i'm on the move
She said she want me and I told her like
Yeah it's up to you
If I don't got no money
Why the f*ck you all up in my face
I got 3 blunts on me
And I take em to the face
I got 3 perc 30's
And they got me feeling strange
If you talking all that shit
Gotta pull up in the range
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Aye
Huh
Oh What
If I don't got no money
Why the f*ck you all up in my face
I got 3 blunts on me
And I take em to the face
I got 3 perc 30's
And they got me feeling strange
If you talking all that shit
Gotta pull up in the range
Shit dont even matter to me
Shit just always wack
Sittin in the back
Sippin act
Out my Hydroflask
In 8th grade know I told myself this cash gone have my back
If you tryna move that zip through me
You know it's getting taxed
Gotta get the cash fast
Show me where the racks at
Coolin wit the big bag
Winnin now you big mad
She left and now you so sad
Show her stacks she comin back
Show her more she throw it back
It's up to you
Remember that
Took a sip out my cup
Look at her
And i'm like what it do
Dropped outta school
Made my racks
I'm like
Who are you
Told that girl i'm sorry
Got the bag
Yeah i'm on the move
She said she want me and I told her like
Yeah it's up to you
If I don't got no money
Why the f*ck you all up in my face
I got 3 blunts on me
And I take em to the face
I got 3 perc 30's
And they got me feeling strange
If you talking all that shit
Gotta pull up in the range
Sippin white wine wit yo bitch
I'm in the mood for exploration
Ask that girl to f*ck me once
She said I love you in quotations
Man they must've shermed yo blunt
If you might've thought i'm playin
Man you need to smoke some bud Just to get some inspiration
Ion want no top I wanna f*ck
Ask yo girl she know wassup
I done stacked this bread all the way To the tippy top
And I do this shit a lot
In the whip
I'm taking shots
Man I think I see the cops
Got the shit stuffed in my sock
Took a sip out my cup
Look at her
And i'm like what it do
Dropped outta school
Made my racks
I'm like
Who are you
Told that girl i'm sorry
Got the bag
Yeah i'm on the move
She said she want me and I told her like
Yeah it's up to you
If I don't got no money
Why the f*ck you all up in my face
I got 3 blunts on me
And I take em to the face
I got 3 perc 30's
And they got me feeling strange
If you talking all that shit
Gotta pull up in the range
Huh
Oh What
If I don't got no money
Why the f*ck you all up in my face
I got 3 blunts on me
And I take em to the face
I got 3 perc 30's
And they got me feeling strange
If you talking all that shit
Gotta pull up in the range
Shit dont even matter to me
Shit just always wack
Sittin in the back
Sippin act
Out my Hydroflask
In 8th grade know I told myself this cash gone have my back
If you tryna move that zip through me
You know it's getting taxed
Gotta get the cash fast
Show me where the racks at
Coolin wit the big bag
Winnin now you big mad
She left and now you so sad
Show her stacks she comin back
Show her more she throw it back
It's up to you
Remember that
Took a sip out my cup
Look at her
And i'm like what it do
Dropped outta school
Made my racks
I'm like
Who are you
Told that girl i'm sorry
Got the bag
Yeah i'm on the move
She said she want me and I told her like
Yeah it's up to you
If I don't got no money
Why the f*ck you all up in my face
I got 3 blunts on me
And I take em to the face
I got 3 perc 30's
And they got me feeling strange
If you talking all that shit
Gotta pull up in the range
Sippin white wine wit yo bitch
I'm in the mood for exploration
Ask that girl to f*ck me once
She said I love you in quotations
Man they must've shermed yo blunt
If you might've thought i'm playin
Man you need to smoke some bud Just to get some inspiration
Ion want no top I wanna f*ck
Ask yo girl she know wassup
I done stacked this bread all the way To the tippy top
And I do this shit a lot
In the whip
I'm taking shots
Man I think I see the cops
Got the shit stuffed in my sock
Took a sip out my cup
Look at her
And i'm like what it do
Dropped outta school
Made my racks
I'm like
Who are you
Told that girl i'm sorry
Got the bag
Yeah i'm on the move
She said she want me and I told her like
Yeah it's up to you
If I don't got no money
Why the f*ck you all up in my face
I got 3 blunts on me
And I take em to the face
I got 3 perc 30's
And they got me feeling strange
If you talking all that shit
Gotta pull up in the range
Writer: Jesse Rayburn
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