CashMoneyAP
Woah
VVS got a jeweller
I'm moving slow through traffic
I know they know the captain
Run up a bag and do it again,
That's how it's 'posted to happen
One of the coldest rappin'
Finna buy me the coldest fashion
Boy you too close to average
Look at a money fanatic
Might take a flight to Dallas
Vee live on a weekend
You was standin' on mama's porch,
In the streets, homie, I was deep in
So much pain to cope with
See, this year got me focused
Can't be 'round no negative energy,
Or any type of hoe shit
Had enough of the broke shit
Plus, my daughter can't eat books
Damn, why he shook?
They ain't givin', so we took
Rap n— gettin' jealous,
But playin' with me, bet he aimin' at your melon
Keep quiet 'fore you buss that move
Could he end up tellin'?
Judge gave bro football numbers
And he a first time felon
Already checked my receipt, nah,
I ain't buyin' what you sellin', nah
Cookies sale, I made hella
From a mile, you could smell it
Gang gang, what I'm reppin'
Circle small, no extras
Bring me the money, and all that
I need this, and all that
Brand new bitch, she all that
Flood my wrist, and all that
Takin' the risk for all that
Roll up a zip, and all that
Brodie a trip, and all that
We keep it lit, and all that
Bring me the money, and all that
I need this, and all that
Brand new bitch, she all that
Flood my wrist, and all that
Takin' the risk for all that
Roll up a zip, and all that
Brodie a trip, and all that
We keep it lit, and all that (Gang, gang)
Shawty, she think that she all that
Promise I'm gettin' wrapped, and it's all bad
Playin' against, I'ma fall back
Risk it all, and get it all back
Me and Ralphy, get it poppin' now
Givin' all the n— profit now
Swear to crodie, if you was not around,
N—- broke, tryna flock out
I'm all for my n— trapped in the system
Swear to god, that I miss them
Sign me a deal and put on all of my n—
You wanna know, 'cause you privileged
Name a way, yeah, no way
Got jammed up, I ain't sayin' no names
N— got hit when we playin' them games
Boy why he cappin', sayin' no flames
Run up the bag, pressin' the gas
Don't worry 'bout nothing behind us
N— be mad, tried to hide,
I had to make it, so n— can climb up
Run up the bag, pressin' the gas
Don't worry 'bout nothing behind us
N— be mad, tried to hide,
I had to make it, so n— could climb up
Bring me the money, and all that
I need this, and all that
Brand new bitch, she all that
Flood my wrist, and all that
Takin' the risk for all that
Roll up a zip, and all that
Brodie a trip, and all that
We keep it lit, and all that
Bring me the money, and all that
I need this, and all that
Brand new bitch, she all that
Flood my wrist, and all that
Takin' the risk for all that
Roll up a zip, and all that
Brodie a trip, and all that
We keep it lit, and all that
I need the money, and all that
I need this, and all that
Brand new bitch, she all that
Flood my wrist, and all that
Takin' a risk for all that
Roll up a zip, and all that
Brodie a trip, and all that
We keep it lit, and all that