Lyrics

Bit on the track like a dog (grrr) I'ma foam from my mouth like I'm having a seizure They ain't never pick up when I call (fuck em) When they call my phone back I decline, I don't need them I never put trust in my dog (never) When I'm working, go hard, I don't wanna see him Hundred bands, I'ma look like a Beatle Lemon squeeze on the back of the nina Run it up, Run it up I got a money fever Tell me, is your mind made up? I'm not a normal creature Plenty nights we stayed up, I'ma miss form breather Plus I got my mind made up My logic inform the people Back to the trenches when I leave the studio Great power like I'm Julio Thirty-Five thousand on me in the back of the 'Bach Turning up with a big booty ho Steady telling me that I need to go I look in his face and I asks what you mean Take up a hand and I'm full of that lean See the flash in my pocket on top of the bean When they speak on the topic of grimy new things Count it up and throw me lean What is he saying? I don't know what he means, I just know he got money all up in his jeans Spit on the track like a dog I'ma foam from my mouth like I'm having a seizure They ain't never pick up when I call When they call my phone back I decline, I don't need them I never put trust in my dog (never) When I'm working, go hard, I don't wanna see him Hundred bands, I'ma look like a Beatle Lemon squeeze on the back of the nina Run it up, Run it up I got a money fever Tell me, is your mind made up? I'm not a normal creature Plenty nights we stayed up, I'ma miss former breather Plus I got my mind made up My logic inform the people Hold u, stop Never pick up when they calling, not conversating with people My nigga ain't coming to clutch when I need him I think that it's love on top of a needle Smiled at my circle and cut off some people Cause bitch you know that I'm a gangsta Get out this body, I bet that I spank em Come in the night and you entering danger Live like a Rebel and strapped like a Ranger Stare in your face and can tell what you thinking Got any sisters princess Jelena? woof, woof I probably keep going, no I thought I taught that bitch how to rain right hook Run it up, Run it up I got a money fever Tell me, is your mind made up? I'm not a normal creature Plenty nights we stayed up, I'ma miss former breather Plus I got my mind made up My logic inform the people Run it up, Run it up Run it up, Run it up Run it up, Run it up
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Derek Garcia, Julian Munro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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