My bitches pretty come with luggage never baggage
Money in the bank I keep the chopper matress
I put his paycheck on my neck that's why the police angry at me
I could flip the script and change the tone and take yo demographic
I keep it cordial but we Beefin we roll you up some cabbage
All the boujie bitches like me they respect me cuz I'm classy
I make money moves , I never hold a stack up it look tacky
They put evidence in interviews and wonder why it happen
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
I'm the biggest in my city , I mean really that's no cap
Without a dollar in my pocket I got up and made a stack
God could kill me if I'm lying made a hunnid k on rap
Reinvested in myself and I made it double in the trap
Bitch I'm Goonie Jay
I became the grower and the seller
Walk into the bank
I got good report with every teller
I ain't see it I ain't hear it police come im Helen Keller
I put my soul into the music I ain't even have to sell it
Put my soul up in this switch
When I shoot it you gonna feel it
I ain't pop out in a minute
Bitch I'm hot but I'm chilling
We the ones doing killing
Ain't a hero, I'm a villain
Ain't no fake it till you make it
I can't pretend how I'm living
Bro living off the trap
That's like a hundred k a day
How you want a nigga to feed you
You ain't even got a plate
Trying to keep his money long
Catching plays out of state
Bitch my pockets real big cuz my money out of shape
Aye
Catch an opp I'm lifting up
Catch a nigga down bad I have his homies pick him up
Man it ain't no snitch in us
Boy it ain't no bitch in us
Folk them pop out with the glizzy give his ass like fifty plus
Bag it up zip it up
Give me that
Give it up
You think gravity was nothing how we sent his ass up
Switches
Man you know we got them bitches
I'm a busy man
Man they really know I stand on business
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
The Real Goonie Jay - On My Soul (feat. PGF Nuk) Lyrics
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My bitches pretty come with luggage never baggage
Money in the bank I keep the chopper matress
I put his paycheck on my neck that's why the police angry at me
I could flip the script and change the tone and take yo demographic
I keep it cordial but we Beefin we roll you up some cabbage
All the boujie bitches like me they respect me cuz I'm classy
I make money moves , I never hold a stack up it look tacky
They put evidence in interviews and wonder why it happen
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
I'm the biggest in my city , I mean really that's no cap
Without a dollar in my pocket I got up and made a stack
God could kill me if I'm lying made a hunnid k on rap
Reinvested in myself and I made it double in the trap
Bitch I'm Goonie Jay
I became the grower and the seller
Walk into the bank
I got good report with every teller
I ain't see it I ain't hear it police come im Helen Keller
I put my soul into the music I ain't even have to sell it
Put my soul up in this switch
When I shoot it you gonna feel it
I ain't pop out in a minute
Bitch I'm hot but I'm chilling
We the ones doing killing
Ain't a hero, I'm a villain
Ain't no fake it till you make it
I can't pretend how I'm living
Bro living off the trap
That's like a hundred k a day
How you want a nigga to feed you
You ain't even got a plate
Trying to keep his money long
Catching plays out of state
Bitch my pockets real big cuz my money out of shape
Aye
Catch an opp I'm lifting up
Catch a nigga down bad I have his homies pick him up
Man it ain't no snitch in us
Boy it ain't no bitch in us
Folk them pop out with the glizzy give his ass like fifty plus
Bag it up zip it up
Give me that
Give it up
You think gravity was nothing how we sent his ass up
Switches
Man you know we got them bitches
I'm a busy man
Man they really know I stand on business
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Money in the bank I keep the chopper matress
I put his paycheck on my neck that's why the police angry at me
I could flip the script and change the tone and take yo demographic
I keep it cordial but we Beefin we roll you up some cabbage
All the boujie bitches like me they respect me cuz I'm classy
I make money moves , I never hold a stack up it look tacky
They put evidence in interviews and wonder why it happen
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
I'm the biggest in my city , I mean really that's no cap
Without a dollar in my pocket I got up and made a stack
God could kill me if I'm lying made a hunnid k on rap
Reinvested in myself and I made it double in the trap
Bitch I'm Goonie Jay
I became the grower and the seller
Walk into the bank
I got good report with every teller
I ain't see it I ain't hear it police come im Helen Keller
I put my soul into the music I ain't even have to sell it
Put my soul up in this switch
When I shoot it you gonna feel it
I ain't pop out in a minute
Bitch I'm hot but I'm chilling
We the ones doing killing
Ain't a hero, I'm a villain
Ain't no fake it till you make it
I can't pretend how I'm living
Bro living off the trap
That's like a hundred k a day
How you want a nigga to feed you
You ain't even got a plate
Trying to keep his money long
Catching plays out of state
Bitch my pockets real big cuz my money out of shape
Aye
Catch an opp I'm lifting up
Catch a nigga down bad I have his homies pick him up
Man it ain't no snitch in us
Boy it ain't no bitch in us
Folk them pop out with the glizzy give his ass like fifty plus
Bag it up zip it up
Give me that
Give it up
You think gravity was nothing how we sent his ass up
Switches
Man you know we got them bitches
I'm a busy man
Man they really know I stand on business
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Load it up and let it fly I leave his
Writer: Joncarlo Cortese
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC