Lyrics: Demarcus Pollard/Andre Jones
Music: Demarcus Pollard/Andre Jones
That’s nice, that’s nice
Baby, give me some cash
Ay, uh
Get the pay that’s all I know
Call the bank ain’t call no h*
I can’t wait to run the cake and pass out plates to all my folks
You n***** is fake they know I’m great they want my place and all my flow
I ain’t trippin’ I done one up
I don’t do nothin’ but go get the bucks
I just pulled out ten and blues inside the flame now she wanna f*ck
Weak *ss n**** won’t bust no move we know he a lame why he wanna cluck
I call my partner he gon’ shoot he just like “dang” when he in the clutch
Move like the mark you know the pistols just like it sharp keepin’ it tough
I told shawty get it in, I told shawty get it off
I ain’t worried ‘bout none of these p*ss** n***** all these n***** soft
I put Balency on my shirt remember I was just in robes
The way my partner swing that stick it’s a hole in one this sh*t like golf
Ay, I’ve been going hard
N***** hatin’ harder
Shawty try to play with my gang he a slaughter
Ay b*tch I got my blueprint
Lay like a Carter
I’m tryna bomb the m*th*f*ckin’ game like the harbor
I’m just tryna get a diamond chain for my daughter
I could’ve been outside catchin’ plays but I’m smarter
Pullin’ out the lot see the flames from the charger
You know I keep the 5 b*tch I got aim like an archer
I told shawty in, I told shawty get it off
I ain’t worried ‘bout none of these p*ss** n***** all these n***** soft
I put Balency on my shirt remember I was just in (robes)
The way my partner swing that stick it’s a hole in one this sh*t like golf
Yeah, know I got the 5 got that aim like it was archer
Bro I’m from the sticks bro I forget you got a part of me
Told my dawg bro even though you ain’t here bro you a part of me
This h* been want f*ck me I’m like “damn then why you chargin’ me”?
I told shawty man “let’s get it”
My lil n***** do you bad
All my b*tches like to freak and fight then go to Juicy Crab
I been tryna save my money but I want this Louis bag
I might pull up on the box stripes and want a Stewie hat
I got a sane gang, sane steppers
We the t-shirt stayin’ with us
And I got some white girl shooters, they’re like Paige Bueckers
I got the money on streamin’ I’m thinkin’ ‘bout gettin’ into Twitchin’
I just brought a brand new chain and my new pendant weigh a mention
Uh, errands got some carats too
She a bird eye gave a parafu
I like h*’s that’s thick for for real but still dress just like caribou
Played yo’ sh*t in the club lil brotha them h*’s just don’t care for you
I’m from Atlanta I’m slimy *ss h*ll yo’ *ss just gotta move careful
I told shawty in, I told shawty get it off
I ain’t worried ‘bout none of these p*ss** n***** all these n***** soft
I put Balency on my shirt remember I was just in (robes)
The way my partner swing that stick it’s a hole in one this sh*t like golf
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