Walked in, nigga killed the game like an epidemic
I was walkin, now my coupe is tinted
I got maybach coupes, yeah, and that way back
Chain hanging low, got these bitches lookin at me
I cant trust a bitch and that's a fact
Her ass fat, I'mma dick her, give her back
I got pounds, I got chickens in the trap
Got nowhere to go, momma done kicked me out
We ain't have nowhere to go, momma done kicked me out
Now the money don't fold, it ain't running out
Pints coming in, it ain't a drought
Who would've ever thought that we was broke
Money coming in, climb a mountain (On everything)
Bitch I'm getting top inside a Benz (On everything)
I just f*cked a bad Brazilian bitch (On everything)
Wipe my dick of with the drapes
You save a hoe need a cape
I put that bitch in Bape
I f*cked that bitch in the bay
You used to walk with on me, now, the money in safe's
Pull the glock out and spray,
Do the race, Tay-K
Walked in, nigga killed the game like an epidemic
I was walkin, now my coupe is tinted
I got maybach coupes, yeah, and that way back
Chain hanging low, got these bitches lookin at me
I cant trust a bitch and that's a fact
Her ass fat, I'mma dick her, give her back
I got pounds, I got chickens in the trap
Got nowhere to go, momma done kicked me out
We ain't have no where to go, momma done kicked me out
Dope up in the couch, I got bitches f*ckin now
I got niggas in the city, they gon kill bout me
They get popped like a pill round here
Bitch, don't need no deal round here
Big ole birkin, yeah
Came thru swerving, yeah
Bitch, I'm geeked like Urkle, yeah
I put them Gucci's on my feet
Burberry's on me, perc 30's on me
We shoot out the roof, shoot at ya coupe
Shoot at the bitch, we dumpin at who
These ain't no Ray Bans, Saint Laurent on my face, hoe
Bitch we got paper, who said we was broke, them niggas lied to you
Since I got money, them niggas hate on me
So I gotta walk with a tool
No Tupac, keep 2 glocks
Cause the block hot
Back up on it, RIP to Juice
Walked in, nigga killed the game like an epidemic
I was walkin, now my coupe is tinted
I got maybach coupes, yeah, and that way back
Chain hanging low, got these bitches lookin at me
I cant trust a bitch and that's a fact
Her ass fat, I'mma dick her, give her back
I got pounds, I got chickens in the trap
Got nowhere to go, momma done kicked me out
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Walked in, nigga killed the game like an epidemic
I was walkin, now my coupe is tinted
I got maybach coupes, yeah, and that way back
Chain hanging low, got these bitches lookin at me
I cant trust a bitch and that's a fact
Her ass fat, I'mma dick her, give her back
I got pounds, I got chickens in the trap
Got nowhere to go, momma done kicked me out
We ain't have nowhere to go, momma done kicked me out
Now the money don't fold, it ain't running out
Pints coming in, it ain't a drought
Who would've ever thought that we was broke
Money coming in, climb a mountain (On everything)
Bitch I'm getting top inside a Benz (On everything)
I just f*cked a bad Brazilian bitch (On everything)
Wipe my dick of with the drapes
You save a hoe need a cape
I put that bitch in Bape
I f*cked that bitch in the bay
You used to walk with on me, now, the money in safe's
Pull the glock out and spray,
Do the race, Tay-K
Walked in, nigga killed the game like an epidemic
I was walkin, now my coupe is tinted
I got maybach coupes, yeah, and that way back
Chain hanging low, got these bitches lookin at me
I cant trust a bitch and that's a fact
Her ass fat, I'mma dick her, give her back
I got pounds, I got chickens in the trap
Got nowhere to go, momma done kicked me out
We ain't have no where to go, momma done kicked me out
Dope up in the couch, I got bitches f*ckin now
I got niggas in the city, they gon kill bout me
They get popped like a pill round here
Bitch, don't need no deal round here
Big ole birkin, yeah
Came thru swerving, yeah
Bitch, I'm geeked like Urkle, yeah
I put them Gucci's on my feet
Burberry's on me, perc 30's on me
We shoot out the roof, shoot at ya coupe
Shoot at the bitch, we dumpin at who
These ain't no Ray Bans, Saint Laurent on my face, hoe
Bitch we got paper, who said we was broke, them niggas lied to you
Since I got money, them niggas hate on me
So I gotta walk with a tool
No Tupac, keep 2 glocks
Cause the block hot
Back up on it, RIP to Juice
Walked in, nigga killed the game like an epidemic
I was walkin, now my coupe is tinted
I got maybach coupes, yeah, and that way back
Chain hanging low, got these bitches lookin at me
I cant trust a bitch and that's a fact
Her ass fat, I'mma dick her, give her back
I got pounds, I got chickens in the trap
Got nowhere to go, momma done kicked me out
I was walkin, now my coupe is tinted
I got maybach coupes, yeah, and that way back
Chain hanging low, got these bitches lookin at me
I cant trust a bitch and that's a fact
Her ass fat, I'mma dick her, give her back
I got pounds, I got chickens in the trap
Got nowhere to go, momma done kicked me out
We ain't have nowhere to go, momma done kicked me out
Now the money don't fold, it ain't running out
Pints coming in, it ain't a drought
Who would've ever thought that we was broke
Money coming in, climb a mountain (On everything)
Bitch I'm getting top inside a Benz (On everything)
I just f*cked a bad Brazilian bitch (On everything)
Wipe my dick of with the drapes
You save a hoe need a cape
I put that bitch in Bape
I f*cked that bitch in the bay
You used to walk with on me, now, the money in safe's
Pull the glock out and spray,
Do the race, Tay-K
Walked in, nigga killed the game like an epidemic
I was walkin, now my coupe is tinted
I got maybach coupes, yeah, and that way back
Chain hanging low, got these bitches lookin at me
I cant trust a bitch and that's a fact
Her ass fat, I'mma dick her, give her back
I got pounds, I got chickens in the trap
Got nowhere to go, momma done kicked me out
We ain't have no where to go, momma done kicked me out
Dope up in the couch, I got bitches f*ckin now
I got niggas in the city, they gon kill bout me
They get popped like a pill round here
Bitch, don't need no deal round here
Big ole birkin, yeah
Came thru swerving, yeah
Bitch, I'm geeked like Urkle, yeah
I put them Gucci's on my feet
Burberry's on me, perc 30's on me
We shoot out the roof, shoot at ya coupe
Shoot at the bitch, we dumpin at who
These ain't no Ray Bans, Saint Laurent on my face, hoe
Bitch we got paper, who said we was broke, them niggas lied to you
Since I got money, them niggas hate on me
So I gotta walk with a tool
No Tupac, keep 2 glocks
Cause the block hot
Back up on it, RIP to Juice
Walked in, nigga killed the game like an epidemic
I was walkin, now my coupe is tinted
I got maybach coupes, yeah, and that way back
Chain hanging low, got these bitches lookin at me
I cant trust a bitch and that's a fact
Her ass fat, I'mma dick her, give her back
I got pounds, I got chickens in the trap
Got nowhere to go, momma done kicked me out
Writer: Kahtrell Treadwell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid