12 Hunna on the beat
DJ Flip, make the money flip
I just wanna ball like I'm Lonzo
My accountant tried to tell me pay a car note
Fuck that bitch, I'ma cash out
1200 on the beat, I'm 'bout to spaz out
Like 1200 on my feet, what's that Margiela?
Jumping out the foreign that's a sharp fella
All these bitches going, I ain't got to tell 'em
Put them P's right on the jet, I ain't got to mail 'em
I be throwing up my set, put my block first
I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch, I put my guap first
Shawty say she want some dick, I need the top first
It's gon' cost 'bout half a brick, you want a hot verse
I was just an alley kid, flipping on them mattresses
Now I fuck the baddest hoes, 'cause they know I'm havin' it
Been havin' swag when a young nigga was average
I just fuck her once and to my brother I be passing her
Damn, why your niggas broke, it look like they fasting
Damn, all my niggas lit, steady checking bags in
Used to tote a six shot trey five seven Magnum
Now I tote a fifty, run up on me I'ma bag 'em
And I keep it on me, niggas know me, you can ask 'em
And I'm out in Cali so you know it's going on, ayy
Need a hundred pack, and I only fuck with strongs, ayy
If that boy a boofard, I can't put him on my song, ayy
I just wanna ball like I'm Lonzo
My accountant tried to tell me pay a car note
Fuck that bitch, I'ma cash out
1200 on the beat, I'm 'bout to spaz out
Like 1200 on my feet, what's that Margiela?
Jumping out the foreign that's a sharp fella
All these bitches going, I ain't got to tell 'em
Put them P's right on the jet, I ain't got to mail 'em
I be throwing up my set, put my block first
I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch, I put my guap first
Shawty say she want some dick, I need the top first
It's gon' cost 'bout half a brick, you want a hot verse
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