Lyrics: Sharrieff Muhammad
Music: Sharrieff Muhammad
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My jeans, jeans
Money stick out of my jeans, jeans
My shooters they shootin' for free, free
Money stick out of my jeans
My shooters they shootin' for free
No trick and she do it for free
I feel like all eyes are on me
I hop out the whip wit' a ski
No hat-trick I'm givin' 'em three
My shooters they shootin' for free
No trick and she do it for free
Red bottoms like peach
All my YG's I teach
Catch a body no sleep
That's a Ahh-ee, ohh jeez
Smokin' on your OG's
Hope you got your forty
I don't sip no forty
I get my cup and my lean
Is that your dawg in the park (park)
Don't take a walk in the park (no!)
Last thing he saw was a spark (spark)
Your block is the target it's dark (flash!)
I'm still tryna duck the narcs (pole)
He still a cop in parts (parts)
He cookin' up a brick in parts (whip!)
We take a stick apart (stick!)
When I hit the mall i'm in Gucci and all (gucci and all)
My bitch bougie and all (woo!)
When i'm locked up who gon' answer my calls
When i'm them walls
Servin' bucktees John Wall
I got bitches on call (on call)
Come and join, entourage
Touch and move, yeah, on pause
Guess you is just on job
Money stick out of my jeans
My shooters they shootin' for free
No trick and she do it for free
I feel like all eyes are on me
I hop out the whip wit' a ski
No hat-trick I'm givin' 'em three
My shooters they shootin' for free
No trick and she do it for free
Red bottoms like peach
All my Yg's I teach
Catch a body no sleep
That's a Ahh-ee, ohh jeez
Smokin' on your Og's
Hope you got your forty
I don't sip no forty
I get my cup and my lean
She wanna **** in a benz (uh)
I wanna **** wit' a friend (uh)
Gucci all over my lens
I just spent more than your rent (uh)
She wanna **** it depends
Do I have beef in your ends
Are you tryna line me for friends
They gon' find me wit' a tec
When i'm in the trap I keep answering calls
I have chickens and all
Who thinkin' I had a dream I would ball
Now I want it all
Custy jumpin' water wall
They've been talkin' to the law
They can't find him now he gone
Chip it now the work it's gone
Cash out, Louboutin
Money stick out of my jeans
My shooters they shootin' for free
No trick and she do it for free
I feel like all eyes are on me
I hop out the whip wit' a ski
No hat-trick I'm givin' 'em three
My shooters they shootin' for free
No trick and she do it for free
Red bottoms like peach
All my Yg's I teach
Catch a body no sleep
That's a Ahh-ee, ohh jeez
Smokin' on your Og's
Hope you got your forty
I don't sip no forty
I get my cup and my lean
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