Lyrics
I got that money, it's comin' right for me
Can't fuck with these people, they bummy, huh
That boy said he had Wock', I been waitin' for me
I swear they countin' my cheddar, I'm countin' my bread
And that's why the fans is for me
She on my phone, tell me, sendin', "Okay," press your story
I'm on that drank and I'm done
I'm on that drank, and it's fun
Why that ho call my phone? Swear I did like none'
She think I gotta touch
I swear, I'm on that— huh
I wanna [?], uh-huh, uh-woah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Countin' my bread, huh
I gotta [?] on that bag
She don't fuck with me now, girl, what do you mean?
[?] do not fuck me, bae
I got that strap when I walk down
Look at these bitches, I'ma bust now
Look at these people, they talk down
Like oh-oh
Baby, where you wanna go?
Like, woah
You act like you don't know, oh no
I keep rubbin' my pole, oh-woah, oh-woah
I got that money, it's comin' right for me
Can't fuck with these people, they bummy, huh
That boy said he had Wock', I been waitin' for me
I swear they countin' my cheddar, I'm countin' my bread
And that's why the fans is for me
She on my phone, tell me, sendin', "Okay," press your story
I'm on that drank and I'm done
I'm on that drank, and it's fun
Why that ho call my phone? Swear I did like none'
She think I gotta touch
I swear, I'm on that— huh
I wanna [?], uh-huh, uh-woah-fah-fah-fah-fah
I got that money, it's comin' right for me
Can't fuck with these people, they bummy, huh
That boy said he had Wock', I been waitin' for me
I swear they countin' my cheddar, I'm countin' my bread
And that's why the fans is for me
She on my phone, tell me, sendin', "Okay," press your story
Written by: sele perc
