Look here I pull the Tec straight From the bag
Look at it fall, I'm trying not to laugh
I'm not good with the math
When I get paid lil bitch, put it in Bags
I want my money I want it in cash
Issa smash
You got a camera, we make that shit
Flash
First to wake up, baby light up the Gas
Come and relax
Count up the revenue, time for a free Throw
98 baby I'm keeping it G code
New moncler coat, f*ck a pea coat Choppa it fire, it's time to be lethal
There go a body, that body was People
Everything we do, we do it illegal
Too many broads, got em coming in Sequels
I live life just the Beatles
I got a lot of material
Look at my swag I'm Imperial
She eating my dick like it's ceareal
Hop out that mf huma, we crunk
Party sto, that nigga Turning it up
Party sto, that nigga don't give a f*ck
Party sto hit without hyping her up
I had to ball, it was nothing but love
Im in too deep I didn't know who to Trust
Ease on the pressure, I'm sure it's gon bust
Wheze on the gas, baby lets level up
I tryna sleep, babygirl wanna f*ck
I wanna leave I'm off some drugs
I'm feeling nausea, bout to throw up
Bought her doir now she bouncing Butt
Look here I pull the Tec straight From the bag
Look at it fall, I'm trying not to laugh
I'm not good with the math
When I get paid lil bitch, put it in Bags
I want my money I want it in cash
Issa smash
You got a camera, we make that shit Flash
First to wake up, baby light up the Gas
Come and relax
Bruce lee I'm gone put the works on you
Let a bitch nigga try me, we go berserk on em
Toss the boy in the f*cking cold, With no clothes
Disrespect my gang nigga you gone
If we need talk, text my people, no Phone
I be on some bs all day long
Please, no problem shawty leave me Alone
Yeah yeah leave me alone
Look here I pull the Tec straight From the bag
Look at it fall, I'm trying not to laugh
I'm not good with the math
When I get paid lil bitch, put it in Bags
I want my money I want it in cash
Issa smash
You got a camera, we make that shit Flash
First to wake up, baby light up the Gas
Come and relax
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Look here I pull the Tec straight From the bag
Look at it fall, I'm trying not to laugh
I'm not good with the math
When I get paid lil bitch, put it in Bags
I want my money I want it in cash
Issa smash
You got a camera, we make that shit
Flash
First to wake up, baby light up the Gas
Come and relax
Count up the revenue, time for a free Throw
98 baby I'm keeping it G code
New moncler coat, f*ck a pea coat Choppa it fire, it's time to be lethal
There go a body, that body was People
Everything we do, we do it illegal
Too many broads, got em coming in Sequels
I live life just the Beatles
I got a lot of material
Look at my swag I'm Imperial
She eating my dick like it's ceareal
Hop out that mf huma, we crunk
Party sto, that nigga Turning it up
Party sto, that nigga don't give a f*ck
Party sto hit without hyping her up
I had to ball, it was nothing but love
Im in too deep I didn't know who to Trust
Ease on the pressure, I'm sure it's gon bust
Wheze on the gas, baby lets level up
I tryna sleep, babygirl wanna f*ck
I wanna leave I'm off some drugs
I'm feeling nausea, bout to throw up
Bought her doir now she bouncing Butt
Look here I pull the Tec straight From the bag
Look at it fall, I'm trying not to laugh
I'm not good with the math
When I get paid lil bitch, put it in Bags
I want my money I want it in cash
Issa smash
You got a camera, we make that shit Flash
First to wake up, baby light up the Gas
Come and relax
Bruce lee I'm gone put the works on you
Let a bitch nigga try me, we go berserk on em
Toss the boy in the f*cking cold, With no clothes
Disrespect my gang nigga you gone
If we need talk, text my people, no Phone
I be on some bs all day long
Please, no problem shawty leave me Alone
Yeah yeah leave me alone
Look here I pull the Tec straight From the bag
Look at it fall, I'm trying not to laugh
I'm not good with the math
When I get paid lil bitch, put it in Bags
I want my money I want it in cash
Issa smash
You got a camera, we make that shit Flash
First to wake up, baby light up the Gas
Come and relax
Look at it fall, I'm trying not to laugh
I'm not good with the math
When I get paid lil bitch, put it in Bags
I want my money I want it in cash
Issa smash
You got a camera, we make that shit
Flash
First to wake up, baby light up the Gas
Come and relax
Count up the revenue, time for a free Throw
98 baby I'm keeping it G code
New moncler coat, f*ck a pea coat Choppa it fire, it's time to be lethal
There go a body, that body was People
Everything we do, we do it illegal
Too many broads, got em coming in Sequels
I live life just the Beatles
I got a lot of material
Look at my swag I'm Imperial
She eating my dick like it's ceareal
Hop out that mf huma, we crunk
Party sto, that nigga Turning it up
Party sto, that nigga don't give a f*ck
Party sto hit without hyping her up
I had to ball, it was nothing but love
Im in too deep I didn't know who to Trust
Ease on the pressure, I'm sure it's gon bust
Wheze on the gas, baby lets level up
I tryna sleep, babygirl wanna f*ck
I wanna leave I'm off some drugs
I'm feeling nausea, bout to throw up
Bought her doir now she bouncing Butt
Look here I pull the Tec straight From the bag
Look at it fall, I'm trying not to laugh
I'm not good with the math
When I get paid lil bitch, put it in Bags
I want my money I want it in cash
Issa smash
You got a camera, we make that shit Flash
First to wake up, baby light up the Gas
Come and relax
Bruce lee I'm gone put the works on you
Let a bitch nigga try me, we go berserk on em
Toss the boy in the f*cking cold, With no clothes
Disrespect my gang nigga you gone
If we need talk, text my people, no Phone
I be on some bs all day long
Please, no problem shawty leave me Alone
Yeah yeah leave me alone
Look here I pull the Tec straight From the bag
Look at it fall, I'm trying not to laugh
I'm not good with the math
When I get paid lil bitch, put it in Bags
I want my money I want it in cash
Issa smash
You got a camera, we make that shit Flash
First to wake up, baby light up the Gas
Come and relax
Writer: Party Sto
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid