Baby, I'm back ballin' but I never left
Gettin' too much paper, I'm at the store, looking at the top shelf
I left the engine runnin
When I hopped out, I ain't have on no seat belt
I hit the corner burnin
Boys went right baby, I eased left
Ridin' low key, but I'm hot right now
Got a glock, and a pocket full of 50's right now
Blunt to my lip, and I'm counting couple thousand
Fifty 20's that's one thousand
Plus a hunnit 50's that's six somethin' dollars
Might buy me a Presa, might get a Impala
When I first started rapping, just wanted a Impala
But f*ck this rap shit, and f*ck that Impala
Woo, I'm gone!
I'm touching this paper, how could I be broke
I'm smoking real zaza, I can't help but choke
You here for a minute, I'm here for a long
It get here in a minute, It's already gone
Boxing 'em in, get a key to they home
You might not understand, but this is not advanced
College swagg, man with the plan
Muhammad switched my phone from Pakistan
I'm the, I'm the man!
Check my temperature, I'm hot!
Lost my top, licked off a shot
Tbh it just ain't no safety
Diego with me, he gone go crazy
¡Hasta luego! Buddy pay me
Jammed at the border, but that shit ain't phase me
If this a get money challenge, I'm with it
I been up for three days and I ain't spend shit
Woo!
Nigga we grown, you trippin' off clout
I get a lil college bitch, trap out her house
You see I'm getting cheese and you just a lil mouse
Omertà the code, don't open your mouth
How I'm underground, but I'm up now?
It get lonely when you crash out
Got a pull up bitch she coming right now
On the road to Texarkana
No gas, Red Bull, and a Fanta
You gettin' money? F*ck with me
These niggas be broke they cannot up a fifty
Raised by the wolves, I do not have pity
I'm toting a Glock, and It's five from a fifty
You gettin' money? F*ck with me
These niggas be broke they cannot up a fifty
Raised by the wolves, I do not have pity
I'm toting a Glock, and It's five from a fifty
Wokemosabe - 50! Lyrics
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Baby, I'm back ballin' but I never left
Gettin' too much paper, I'm at the store, looking at the top shelf
I left the engine runnin
When I hopped out, I ain't have on no seat belt
I hit the corner burnin
Boys went right baby, I eased left
Ridin' low key, but I'm hot right now
Got a glock, and a pocket full of 50's right now
Blunt to my lip, and I'm counting couple thousand
Fifty 20's that's one thousand
Plus a hunnit 50's that's six somethin' dollars
Might buy me a Presa, might get a Impala
When I first started rapping, just wanted a Impala
But f*ck this rap shit, and f*ck that Impala
Woo, I'm gone!
I'm touching this paper, how could I be broke
I'm smoking real zaza, I can't help but choke
You here for a minute, I'm here for a long
It get here in a minute, It's already gone
Boxing 'em in, get a key to they home
You might not understand, but this is not advanced
College swagg, man with the plan
Muhammad switched my phone from Pakistan
I'm the, I'm the man!
Check my temperature, I'm hot!
Lost my top, licked off a shot
Tbh it just ain't no safety
Diego with me, he gone go crazy
¡Hasta luego! Buddy pay me
Jammed at the border, but that shit ain't phase me
If this a get money challenge, I'm with it
I been up for three days and I ain't spend shit
Woo!
Nigga we grown, you trippin' off clout
I get a lil college bitch, trap out her house
You see I'm getting cheese and you just a lil mouse
Omertà the code, don't open your mouth
How I'm underground, but I'm up now?
It get lonely when you crash out
Got a pull up bitch she coming right now
On the road to Texarkana
No gas, Red Bull, and a Fanta
You gettin' money? F*ck with me
These niggas be broke they cannot up a fifty
Raised by the wolves, I do not have pity
I'm toting a Glock, and It's five from a fifty
You gettin' money? F*ck with me
These niggas be broke they cannot up a fifty
Raised by the wolves, I do not have pity
I'm toting a Glock, and It's five from a fifty
Gettin' too much paper, I'm at the store, looking at the top shelf
I left the engine runnin
When I hopped out, I ain't have on no seat belt
I hit the corner burnin
Boys went right baby, I eased left
Ridin' low key, but I'm hot right now
Got a glock, and a pocket full of 50's right now
Blunt to my lip, and I'm counting couple thousand
Fifty 20's that's one thousand
Plus a hunnit 50's that's six somethin' dollars
Might buy me a Presa, might get a Impala
When I first started rapping, just wanted a Impala
But f*ck this rap shit, and f*ck that Impala
Woo, I'm gone!
I'm touching this paper, how could I be broke
I'm smoking real zaza, I can't help but choke
You here for a minute, I'm here for a long
It get here in a minute, It's already gone
Boxing 'em in, get a key to they home
You might not understand, but this is not advanced
College swagg, man with the plan
Muhammad switched my phone from Pakistan
I'm the, I'm the man!
Check my temperature, I'm hot!
Lost my top, licked off a shot
Tbh it just ain't no safety
Diego with me, he gone go crazy
¡Hasta luego! Buddy pay me
Jammed at the border, but that shit ain't phase me
If this a get money challenge, I'm with it
I been up for three days and I ain't spend shit
Woo!
Nigga we grown, you trippin' off clout
I get a lil college bitch, trap out her house
You see I'm getting cheese and you just a lil mouse
Omertà the code, don't open your mouth
How I'm underground, but I'm up now?
It get lonely when you crash out
Got a pull up bitch she coming right now
On the road to Texarkana
No gas, Red Bull, and a Fanta
You gettin' money? F*ck with me
These niggas be broke they cannot up a fifty
Raised by the wolves, I do not have pity
I'm toting a Glock, and It's five from a fifty
You gettin' money? F*ck with me
These niggas be broke they cannot up a fifty
Raised by the wolves, I do not have pity
I'm toting a Glock, and It's five from a fifty
Writer: Enoch Body
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