Lyrics
Uh get it in
This shit on the floor
I done ran Up
I'm steady countin' dough
And we don't play fair
We tryna fuck him over
We leave you unidentified they call you John Doe
Drench him we gon' wet him up and sink him like a damn boat
Hit him bullets rainin' on they block don't need no raincoat
Lynch him tryna put his life on pause without no damn remote
All I'm tryna say is if you play gon get your ass soaked
I went an ran my money up I feel like Money Man
Look in my pockets they obese but I'm a skinny man
I know hella **** plottin No i wont show my hand
You play with me come in your dreams I feel like Sandman
I walk down on every beat they say I'm cuttin' up
**** say that they want smoke well come here puff it up
I make money while I'm sleep' no lie I ran it up
**** on they ass ain't gettin' paid go get your duffle up
I step on a scale bitch I'm a boss that shit say heavyweight
**** play' with me gon' be deceased I'm tryna up the rate
I'm still in my trap fit bitch I wore the same shit yesterday
But It don't really matter I woke up and I got paid today
Hop up in this Car bro hit the gas that bitch ain't gettin' fly
You want some beef meet in the street pressure bitch i apply it
That gangsta shit that's what I preach you know I'm certified
If I didn't end the day off with some bread then I'm not satisfied
Uh get it in
This shit on the floor
I done ran Up
I'm steady countin' dough
And we don't play fair
We tryna fuck him over
We leave you unidentified they call you John Doe
Drench him we gon' wet him up and sink him like a damn boat
Hit him bullets rainin' on they block don't need no raincoat
Lynch him tryna put his life on pause without no damn remote
All I'm tryna say is if you play gon get your ass soaked
Written by: Devin Jackson
