CashMoneyAp
Boyfifty bout that money..
Hook
I catch a body like cheerleader
I'm catching plays like wide receiver
I f*ck with lil mama, yea she a eater
She hold me down like the police
I beat it up like the police
We doing drugs til we OD
Trap going brazy like ODB
Got these hoes going crazy, no codiene
Everything happen for a reason dawg
My heart is cold, 'tis the season dawg
Free that boy Marcus, no Neiman dawg
Chasing a bag like it stole from a n*gga
I'm with the gang, I'ma pour up lil n*gga
(I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang)
She caught some feels, I'm like "Hol' up lil n*gga"
(Hol' up n*gga, hol' up, hol' up)
Verse 1
I do this sh*t for my dawgs and my mom
And my sister so she can live better
Life is a b*tch and she can't suck no di*k
But I am still glad that I meet her
25/8 I be working like everyday, n*gga I need a medal
Call me "Delivery Boy" I be all the club throwing cheddar
Line 2
A man gotta do what a man gotta do
If I ever go broke, I'm taking ya loot
If I ever lose hope, I'm taking ya boo
And I might take ya life, just depends on my mood
I can't depend on no no nobody
Money tall as Bol Bol daddy
Buy my b*tch some rojo bottoms
Gang behind me like they photo bombing
Line 3
Put my lil b*tch up on game
Dip my wrist and let it drain
My chopper a alto when I let it sang
My dad had 3 wives, I got pimp in my veins
D'Angelo Russell, got ice in my veins
Couldn't pass on her, I wifed up the game
I feel like Drake, getting back to my ways
Getting back to my ways like its back in the day
Hook
Verse 2
Chantae turned to me a savage
Yea she turned to me a savage
Turned the white girl to a addict
If you my dawg, Ima ride, it don't matter
I use to hoop at the high school
Drunk af, I was high too
My dawg Grape Street, not Piru
Cut a b*tch off like haiku
Line 2
I’m the man of the house now
Since my pops dead (my pops dead)
You fit the description n*gga
That’s what the cops said (the cops said)
Turn a cool ass n*gga into a hothead (a hothead)
pus*y turn a young n*gga into a papi (a papi)
Line 3
f*ck a b*tch, f*ck a hater if they ain't getting paper
It ain't worth my time
My life is a f*cking movie, y'all n*ggas just do it for the Vine
If I ain't great then I'm borderline
Nas told me that the world is mine
Treat opportunities like enemies, Ima murder mine
Hook
Outro
I catch a body like cheerleader
I'm catching plays like wide receiver
I f*ck with lil mama, yea she a eater
She hold me down like the police
I beat it up like the police
We doing drugs til we OD
Trap going brazy like ODB
Got these hoes going crazy, no codiene
Everything happen for a reason dawg
My heart is cold, 'tis the season dawg
Free that boy Marcus, no Neiman dawg
Chasing a bag, chasing a bag