Lyrics

Intro
 A-O-B!
Hook
 Them boys on yo head like a Kangol
 I go everywhere you can’t go
 Counting so much money, man my arms sore
 Weed so strong they can smell it in the Congo
Verse 1
 God Holly, A-O-B, in this b*tch though
 My name in yo mouth, that’s a kickdoor
 Ring ring, ring ring, now that’s a bankroll
 Counting right now, feel like I work the bridge toll
 Riding down cuttin’ with my doors up
 Stuntin’ on h*es that wouldn’t let me f*ck
 Now they outta luck, this ain’t luck bruh
 Go on, let em through, go and snap it up
[Hook] [x1]
Verse 2
 Throwin’ Lugz, I don’t wear them
 I would never get no money with them
 I would never f*ck with her again
 Gucci coat with the wheat Timbs
 Boy he Michael Phelps when he make em swim
 I retired and I play again
 Send her my way, I break her in
 She bring it in, then let’s get it in
[Hook] [x1]
Verse 3
 What you thought it was, it’s A-O-B!
 Cookies from my head to feet
 Respect my name when you speak on me
 She hand it over when she see me
 Southside, Richmond all in yo face
 My feet kicked up all at yo place
 She wit me, that’s why she needed space
 Grab a towel and catch the wave
[Hook] [x1]
Written by: Armani White
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