[Peewee Longway]
Ow
Yeah, do it
Tippin' on you niggas like a jerk
Man
No doubt, okay, cool, that's why I fuck with you
Keep it common, cuz, turn me up some more, cuz, yeah
Fuck 'em, go and twerk on 'em
[Kamaiyah]
To fill up my safe
Nigga, ain't nobody safe
Road running at my own pace
Maneuvering out of the way from the jakes and the snakes
All the fakes who ain't doing the race
Bitch, I got it made
It's only facts that I state
Fraud hoes, y'all just can't relate
They anticipate
Every step or move I make
I do all that shit that y'all can't
Bitch, I got made
[Money Man]
I just keep it real, I was raised like this
I'm always in the trap, I'm gettin' paid like this
I just went to Neimans and I bought four-fifths
She gon' ride a nigga like an Uber or a Lyft
I'ma take a risk, you know a nigga really road runnin'
And you know I got them bags for them very low numbers
I done made at least an M or more the last four summers
If a bitch ain't really bad then I don't want her phone number
Niggas always got they hand out, they wanna hold something
Need a bitch with double D's, a natural, real grown woman
Need a field with fifty acres, I'm just tryna grow something
I just really wanna pop the seal, I'm tryna pour something
I just went and copped the Wraith and I don't never ever drive
All this Dior on my body, I'm the freshest thing alive
Heard you niggas super pussy, you ain't never gonna slide
In the leaf, I got some killer, I get some sherbet and combine
[Kamaiyah]
I done made a whole lot of something
From a whole lot of nothing, still hustling, ayy
Y'all do a whole lot of frontin'
Fuck the bullshit, nigga, get money
All I know is get bands, get bands
All I know is get cash quick fast
Run it up, get racks, sent bags
I done made all this cash to kick back
[Peewee Longway]
I just made 300K today in one minute
Today I might just wake up and go drippin' in the Fendi
Blue Benjamin baguetties, spent one-fifty on my pendant
These racks on me ain't bendin', I stay strapped up with the semi
I feel like Uncle Scrooge, the way I'm swimmin' in these bucks
Forty on my Balencis, I like drippin' with my boss
I'm sippin' on that Henn' again, I'm done with the 'Tuss
This my fourth M&M, fuck it, wrap the bus
Get the Richard Mille plain, then we bust
Got to go if she ain't fuckin'
In the A, we smoke the musty
Stick gon' make 'em do the dougie
Nothin' but oops and cousin
Nigga, we shoot a dozen (Neighborhood)
Nigga, keep the river rushin'
Nigga, we use the button
I just want the money, keep it comin', nothin' but hundreds
Kick back, I just made somethin' out of nothin'
Finally hit that, I just found out it wasn't nothin'
I done fucked up, bounced back like it ain't nothin'
In traffic with my hard hat, I pray it don't jam
Bought the GT, that new Bentayga, now fuck it, buy the Lam'
Then I vegan ate this rhyme check like we don't eat the lamb
I need Euro paper now, shit, I'm tryna spend them pounds
Longway, bitch
[Kamaiyah]
I done made a whole lot of something
From a whole lot of nothing, still hustling, ayy
Y'all do a whole lot of frontin'
Fuck the bullshit, nigga, get money
All I know is get bands, get bands
All I know is get cash quick fast
Run it up, get racks, sent bags
I done made all this cash to kick back
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