Order lyrics

[Intro]
Woah
Huh, yeah
Yeah, what? Yeah
b*tch

[Verse 1]
All this money comin' fast, I gotta keep an order
Even though I rap, still in the trap, I might just take your order
Don't give no f*ck, I can't go broke, I put that on my daughter
I damn, sh*t, but my pinky ring a f*ckin' quarter (Yeah)
We hit they block, them n*ggas drop and they talk to reporters
I got a brand new b*tch, her pus*y wet like rainforest, huh
f*ck them n*ggas, speak on me, they better check the score, huh
They know what's up, if they want war, then we gon' give 'em war (Huh)
Yeah, bad b*tch, her ass fat, shе need to win an award
The other day, I just had court, so I wore Tom Ford
Yеah, we throw money on these whores, get it off the floor
Ain't like these n*ggas, you can't put me in their category
Don't call my phone about no b*tch, no, that ain't player, john
Yeah, she gon' wanna eat the di*k when she smell my cologne
I told my son, "Just keep it real," that's in his chromosome
And I can't never turn on Quill, lil' bro my backbone
I can't buy no pus*y from her, but I got racks on me
Ain't none of these young n*ggas with me dykin', but they got straps on 'em
My country boy, he on the way, I put the tax on him
Lil' bro ain't never worked on calls, but he gon' jack somethin'
Phew, phew, phew, he gon' switch somethin'
I just popped a Perc', n*gga, f*ck your b*tch, I'm tryna stick somethin'
f*ck these n*ggas, I watch they ass go broke 'fore I fix somethin'
I told the b*tch to dry this f*ckin' dope, I buy her some Ricks or somethin'
[Verse 2]
Everybody rich in the spot
Yeah, how many choppers we got? (Prrt)
How many switches we got? (Shh)
Shut up, lil' ho, and keep workin' that pot
I just been stackin' the guap
Put the sh*t up 'til this sh*t dry rot
Pull up and I drop my top, huh
Ain't gotta pay for no parking spot
Diamonds all over my neck, water
Turn this sh*t up, man, I had to go harder
We made the trap spot jump like the quarters
One-five on my back, feel like Vince Carter
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, hmm
New Trackhawk, this motherf*cker roarin'
I'm in your city, I'll leave in the mornin'
New opp pack strong, this sh*t here blowin'

[Verse 3]
I give a f*ck about the money, this sh*t get blew like horn
I know I get this sh*t right back 'cause I know what I'm doin'
I gotta keep that f*ckin' Glock, no matter which way I'm goin'
Them n*ggas ain't never hit my block, so how the f*ck they scorin'?
Pff, woo, we got it f*ckin' snowin'
b*tch say she wanna get her a Zone 6 n*gga, she know we the cream of the corn
Across the canal, that's where I was born
Counted that count like I hit by a storm
Racks on me, sh*t long like an arm
Huh, these b*tches got pussies showin' (Get off gang)
What? b*tch, yes, I deserve to shine
Give a f*ck 'bout what they say, one thing they do, respect my mind
Last n*gga died when he crossed that line
Put switch on him, now his mama 'nem cryin'
How the f*ck the blind gon' lead the blind?
Turn my hood up, this sh*t with 'em every time