Take a breath my old bitch booted off the jet fuel
She been telling me it's probably that old school
It's a problem with the po po in the streets (It is)
I could tell who you are but you know who you be
My dawg geeked up off a shroom said he touch the light
I be with the liquid stream it's gone get me right
Tried to teach em all the ways bitch I'm wizard T
Kill set tatted on my veins it's gone die with me
F*ck a 12 ima soulja been like that forever
Old new coupe swing 200 I ain't playing with em
Put Weight up on the pedal sounding like a marching band
Gotta another bitch from Atlabama she a fan
Every time she see me she be calling me her hunny bun
Runnin from the pussy not at all I just don't chase
Blowing up my phone steady tryna get a taste
Tell me if you with it
Please do not waste time
I just bought a fit to let em know I'm on the grind
Gotta make a move money moves yeah yeah
Running to the money got a catch it how I can
Telling me she love me but I still can't be her man
I gotta sip the poison til I'm geeked up out My mind
It's so many ways these hoes finessing for a dime
Told me she get worked up when her trick pay for the rent
She still be in church on Sundays trying to forget
Pimpin was too easy when a nigga had the grits
Bitches getting greedy with it aye do what you do
I be grinding hard you would of thought I was a ruse
Niggas hanging out like every Friday money stressed
Pulled up in that German, I ain't playin she impressed
Gettin to the bag getting to the bag Yes
Countin up the check 100, 50s, and a few 10s
Now she flexing hard with her friend getting money
Niggas Hatin hard go to tweaking acting funny
She pulled out that fye let it lose until he dropped
Killset on my side and you know they'll pull up
I can't never fold never told so wassup
TJ $uavé - Triple 000 (Interlude), Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Take a breath my old bitch booted off the jet fuel
She been telling me it's probably that old school
It's a problem with the po po in the streets (It is)
I could tell who you are but you know who you be
My dawg geeked up off a shroom said he touch the light
I be with the liquid stream it's gone get me right
Tried to teach em all the ways bitch I'm wizard T
Kill set tatted on my veins it's gone die with me
F*ck a 12 ima soulja been like that forever
Old new coupe swing 200 I ain't playing with em
Put Weight up on the pedal sounding like a marching band
Gotta another bitch from Atlabama she a fan
Every time she see me she be calling me her hunny bun
Runnin from the pussy not at all I just don't chase
Blowing up my phone steady tryna get a taste
Tell me if you with it
Please do not waste time
I just bought a fit to let em know I'm on the grind
Gotta make a move money moves yeah yeah
Running to the money got a catch it how I can
Telling me she love me but I still can't be her man
I gotta sip the poison til I'm geeked up out My mind
It's so many ways these hoes finessing for a dime
Told me she get worked up when her trick pay for the rent
She still be in church on Sundays trying to forget
Pimpin was too easy when a nigga had the grits
Bitches getting greedy with it aye do what you do
I be grinding hard you would of thought I was a ruse
Niggas hanging out like every Friday money stressed
Pulled up in that German, I ain't playin she impressed
Gettin to the bag getting to the bag Yes
Countin up the check 100, 50s, and a few 10s
Now she flexing hard with her friend getting money
Niggas Hatin hard go to tweaking acting funny
She pulled out that fye let it lose until he dropped
Killset on my side and you know they'll pull up
I can't never fold never told so wassup
She been telling me it's probably that old school
It's a problem with the po po in the streets (It is)
I could tell who you are but you know who you be
My dawg geeked up off a shroom said he touch the light
I be with the liquid stream it's gone get me right
Tried to teach em all the ways bitch I'm wizard T
Kill set tatted on my veins it's gone die with me
F*ck a 12 ima soulja been like that forever
Old new coupe swing 200 I ain't playing with em
Put Weight up on the pedal sounding like a marching band
Gotta another bitch from Atlabama she a fan
Every time she see me she be calling me her hunny bun
Runnin from the pussy not at all I just don't chase
Blowing up my phone steady tryna get a taste
Tell me if you with it
Please do not waste time
I just bought a fit to let em know I'm on the grind
Gotta make a move money moves yeah yeah
Running to the money got a catch it how I can
Telling me she love me but I still can't be her man
I gotta sip the poison til I'm geeked up out My mind
It's so many ways these hoes finessing for a dime
Told me she get worked up when her trick pay for the rent
She still be in church on Sundays trying to forget
Pimpin was too easy when a nigga had the grits
Bitches getting greedy with it aye do what you do
I be grinding hard you would of thought I was a ruse
Niggas hanging out like every Friday money stressed
Pulled up in that German, I ain't playin she impressed
Gettin to the bag getting to the bag Yes
Countin up the check 100, 50s, and a few 10s
Now she flexing hard with her friend getting money
Niggas Hatin hard go to tweaking acting funny
She pulled out that fye let it lose until he dropped
Killset on my side and you know they'll pull up
I can't never fold never told so wassup
Writer: Thomas Clark
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