(WindyGotHits)
(Smoke and Angel)
I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it
I love this scammin' shit, yeah, I'm a pro with it
I need a check right now, yeah, I'ma go get it
I'm in that GLS, nigga, the 450
Come get a zip of this ZaZa for two-fifty
Pushin' that loud, yeah, this shit cost me two-fifty
Distro' with Empire, they gave me two milli'
Work at the crib, yeah, I'm servin' like two cities
I had to fuck her 'cause she was just too pretty
I bought a four-wheeler just to go pop wheelies
I bought a Glock and this shit came with cop killers
I do not hate on folks, I do not knock niggas
My earrings cold, boy, these bitches like Popsicles
If you a coward, then I cannot rock with you
If you didn't grow it, then I cannot shop with you
Stick on my lap, boy, I'm not tryna box with you
These niggas ridin' dick just like a prostitute
These niggas run they mouth, but they still obsolete
I'm in a Rubicon, yeah, nigga, this a Jeep
I got them red bottom runners, so check my feet
Yeah, I swiped for 'em, so nigga, these shits was free
I am not sweet, so you know I am sugar-free
I be in Wailea or somewhere, I'm on the beach
I be in Lahaina chillin', I'm with a freak
Make up some numbers, then murder and kill a beat
I'm doin' shows at arenas, I'm fillin' seats
I got that pain in my songs, it be runnin' deep
Your weed ain't loud, when you lit it, it ain't a peep
Five hundred bags gone in four days, don't need a week
Seven day water fast so I am feelin' weak
I just popped two shrooms, so you know I'm feelin' geeked
She start undressin', so you know I'm finna beat
If you not shoppin', then nigga, don't talk to me
If you not shoppin', then nigga, don't bother me
Shooters at every door, it ain't no robbin' me
These niggas 3D printers, they gon' copy me
These bitches great whales, they wanna swallow me
I get them loads and drop 'em to the colony
I got them racks, yeah, nigga, obviously
I live the scam life, nigga, obviously
I love when she throw that shit back, she a pro with it
I love this scammin' shit, yeah, I'm a pro with it
I need a check right now, yeah, I'ma go get it
I'm in that GLS, nigga, the 450
Come get a zip of this ZaZa for two-fifty
Pushin' that loud, yeah, this shit cost me two-fifty
Distro' with Empire, they gave me two milli'
Work at the crib, yeah, I'm servin' like two cities
I had to fuck her 'cause she was just too pretty
I bought a four wheeler just to go pop wheelies
I bought a Glock and this shit came with cop killers
I do not hate on folks, I do not knock niggas
My earrings cold, boy, these bitches like Popsicles
If you a coward, then I cannot rock with you
If you didn't grow it, then I cannot shop with you
Stick on my lap, boy, I'm not tryna box with you
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2 Milly - Money Man
