Lyrics

Uhh Uhh Uhhhh Uhh Uhhhh Rat bitch, why you move like that? I'm out, where my gown and cap? Pull up in a new Maybach Pretty bitch, yeah we go way back Go way back Get mad, yeah I pull up with a mag Fuck that, switch it out with a tac Hell storm, double clips, and mags Pretty lil bitch, love the way she bounce it Give her racks told her go and count it She piss me off told a bitch "you grounded" Yeah his body is unaccounted- For, I told her give me more Streets raised another whore Diamonds, money, girls galore Hundreds all on the floor Keep the stacks, yeah the stacks in the money firm I'ma work, I'ma work and spend what I earn I'ma spark, I'ma spark watch the green burn Put the dick in her gut, watch her tummy turn Watch the money flip My music be makin' her shake her hips But she love it so much, it gon' make her strip Aim the glock at yo head, yeah we empty clips
Writer(s): Chukwudi Gab-okoye Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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