(ooh)
Awsome
Faking money, Faking cash
Own all your money you need to get a bag
All you want is the clout and money you fag, All you want is muh- do what you can (skrrt)
I got 20 MIL off a play (play), You get nothing you're just sad
You don't understand anything I'm sayin'
You need to sit down and take my class
Everything you said was a lie, It's all fake, It's all cap (capper)
Why you over here saggin' your pants
Knew you was gay, Just a stupid fag (fag)
I made dirty m's off of, I made thirty m's off of rap (ooh)
I'm better than you that's just a fact
Making all this money i cant relax (relax, relax, relax)
(ooh)
Perk got me uphold, I really need to relapse (ah, ah, ah)
Screaming on the beat I cannot relax
I ain't got time to talk, I ain't got time to chat
Knew you was fake looking at my back
You a stupid fiend, You're just so bad
Change up Siberia boy lets switch it
You work at McDonalds you be doing the dishes
Keep on lying you going to meet these switches Phew Phew Phew, That's what happens to snitches
We let him live we ain't go get him
That is my fault Imma go stick him
If he try to run past Imma trip him
My glock gone, My glock gone tickle
Don't turn the beat off nah I'm not finished
You said you get money like who is you kidding
You lied to everybody that's so silly
Sent it back to California back to Philly
Stuffed inside the box man it got so sticky
Flipping all my bands man it got way too tricky
Started at 5 then i made a 50
I put on for my city
Faking money, Faking cash (cash, cash)
Own all your money you need to get a bag (get a bag)
All you want is the clout and money you fag
All you want is muh- do what you can (skrrt)
I got 20 MIL off a play (play), You get nothing you're just sad
You don't understand anything I'm sayin'
You need to sit down and take my class
Everything you said was a lie, It's all fake, It's all cap (capper)
Why you over here saggin' your pants
Knew you was gay, Just a stupid fag (fag)
I made dirty m's off of, I made thirty m's off of rap (ooh)
I'm better than you that's just a fact
Making all this money i cant relax (relax, relax, relax)
Perk got me uphold, I really need to relapse (ah, ah, ah)
Screaming on the beat I cannot relax
I ain't got time to talk, I ain't got time to chat (chat, chat, chat)
Knew you was fake looking at my back
You a stupid fiend, You're just so bad
Change up Siberia boy lets switch it
You work at McDonalds you be doing the dishes
Keep on lying you going to meet these switches
Phew Phew Phew, That's what happens to snitches
We let him live we ain't go get him
That is my fault Imma go stick him
If he try to run past Imma trip him
My glock gone, My glock gone tickle
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English
(ooh)
Awsome
Faking money, Faking cash
Own all your money you need to get a bag
All you want is the clout and money you fag, All you want is muh- do what you can (skrrt)
I got 20 MIL off a play (play), You get nothing you're just sad
You don't understand anything I'm sayin'
You need to sit down and take my class
Everything you said was a lie, It's all fake, It's all cap (capper)
Why you over here saggin' your pants
Knew you was gay, Just a stupid fag (fag)
I made dirty m's off of, I made thirty m's off of rap (ooh)
I'm better than you that's just a fact
Making all this money i cant relax (relax, relax, relax)
(ooh)
Perk got me uphold, I really need to relapse (ah, ah, ah)
Screaming on the beat I cannot relax
I ain't got time to talk, I ain't got time to chat
Knew you was fake looking at my back
You a stupid fiend, You're just so bad
Change up Siberia boy lets switch it
You work at McDonalds you be doing the dishes
Keep on lying you going to meet these switches Phew Phew Phew, That's what happens to snitches
We let him live we ain't go get him
That is my fault Imma go stick him
If he try to run past Imma trip him
My glock gone, My glock gone tickle
Don't turn the beat off nah I'm not finished
You said you get money like who is you kidding
You lied to everybody that's so silly
Sent it back to California back to Philly
Stuffed inside the box man it got so sticky
Flipping all my bands man it got way too tricky
Started at 5 then i made a 50
I put on for my city
Faking money, Faking cash (cash, cash)
Own all your money you need to get a bag (get a bag)
All you want is the clout and money you fag
All you want is muh- do what you can (skrrt)
I got 20 MIL off a play (play), You get nothing you're just sad
You don't understand anything I'm sayin'
You need to sit down and take my class
Everything you said was a lie, It's all fake, It's all cap (capper)
Why you over here saggin' your pants
Knew you was gay, Just a stupid fag (fag)
I made dirty m's off of, I made thirty m's off of rap (ooh)
I'm better than you that's just a fact
Making all this money i cant relax (relax, relax, relax)
Perk got me uphold, I really need to relapse (ah, ah, ah)
Screaming on the beat I cannot relax
I ain't got time to talk, I ain't got time to chat (chat, chat, chat)
Knew you was fake looking at my back
You a stupid fiend, You're just so bad
Change up Siberia boy lets switch it
You work at McDonalds you be doing the dishes
Keep on lying you going to meet these switches
Phew Phew Phew, That's what happens to snitches
We let him live we ain't go get him
That is my fault Imma go stick him
If he try to run past Imma trip him
My glock gone, My glock gone tickle
Awsome
Faking money, Faking cash
Own all your money you need to get a bag
All you want is the clout and money you fag, All you want is muh- do what you can (skrrt)
I got 20 MIL off a play (play), You get nothing you're just sad
You don't understand anything I'm sayin'
You need to sit down and take my class
Everything you said was a lie, It's all fake, It's all cap (capper)
Why you over here saggin' your pants
Knew you was gay, Just a stupid fag (fag)
I made dirty m's off of, I made thirty m's off of rap (ooh)
I'm better than you that's just a fact
Making all this money i cant relax (relax, relax, relax)
(ooh)
Perk got me uphold, I really need to relapse (ah, ah, ah)
Screaming on the beat I cannot relax
I ain't got time to talk, I ain't got time to chat
Knew you was fake looking at my back
You a stupid fiend, You're just so bad
Change up Siberia boy lets switch it
You work at McDonalds you be doing the dishes
Keep on lying you going to meet these switches Phew Phew Phew, That's what happens to snitches
We let him live we ain't go get him
That is my fault Imma go stick him
If he try to run past Imma trip him
My glock gone, My glock gone tickle
Don't turn the beat off nah I'm not finished
You said you get money like who is you kidding
You lied to everybody that's so silly
Sent it back to California back to Philly
Stuffed inside the box man it got so sticky
Flipping all my bands man it got way too tricky
Started at 5 then i made a 50
I put on for my city
Faking money, Faking cash (cash, cash)
Own all your money you need to get a bag (get a bag)
All you want is the clout and money you fag
All you want is muh- do what you can (skrrt)
I got 20 MIL off a play (play), You get nothing you're just sad
You don't understand anything I'm sayin'
You need to sit down and take my class
Everything you said was a lie, It's all fake, It's all cap (capper)
Why you over here saggin' your pants
Knew you was gay, Just a stupid fag (fag)
I made dirty m's off of, I made thirty m's off of rap (ooh)
I'm better than you that's just a fact
Making all this money i cant relax (relax, relax, relax)
Perk got me uphold, I really need to relapse (ah, ah, ah)
Screaming on the beat I cannot relax
I ain't got time to talk, I ain't got time to chat (chat, chat, chat)
Knew you was fake looking at my back
You a stupid fiend, You're just so bad
Change up Siberia boy lets switch it
You work at McDonalds you be doing the dishes
Keep on lying you going to meet these switches
Phew Phew Phew, That's what happens to snitches
We let him live we ain't go get him
That is my fault Imma go stick him
If he try to run past Imma trip him
My glock gone, My glock gone tickle
Writer: Tristain Neal
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid