Lyrics

Turn me up, hit the speed
Yeah, her body unique
I just had a good time with a freak hoe pilot
We gon' fly out for the weekend
Yeah, you look bad when you got them minks on
Pretty lil' dress like when you got pink on
Won’t turn my back, but I’m rocking VLONE
How you gon' act when you see them rubber bands round the money?
Know I ain’t the **** to leech on
No, I ain’t the **** to speak on
Big ass Glocks sticking out of my jeans
Ten hundred racks, throw it down in my pocket
Run the money up, yeah ****, we vibin'
Button down shirt, don’t know what to wear with this shit, let me hit up the stylist
She wanna fuck on a **** but I ain't tryna fuck on that bitch
That lil' pussy got milage, we got beans, leans, and codeine
Go tell yo people we got it, we got choppers, Glocks, 223s
Go tell the opps we got it, got 'bout 45K worth on me
Try to take something, you dying
Money, money, money, that’s what I need, it make the world go round
Turn me up, hit the speed, or turn me down
White ones, I’m just gonna keep on buying them
Kept me a pair, couldn’t afford designer
Stuck with this hoe, ain’t think I could find her, find her
Shit, I had to remind her
Hoe couldn't load when I spit on these diamonds
Psych, but my **** feet got me shining
Turn me up, hit the speed
Yeah, her body unique
I just had a good time with a freak hoe pilot
We gon' fly out for the weekend
Yeah, you look bad when you got them minks on
Pretty lil' dress like when you got pink on
Won’t turn my back, but I’m rocking VLONE
How you gon' act when you see them rubber bands round the money?
Know I ain’t the **** to leech on
No, I ain’t the **** to speak on
Big ass Glocks sticking out of my jeans
Ten hundred racks, throw it down in my pocket
Run the money up, yeah ****, we vibin'
Catchin' a vibe, turn me up on the speakers
I'm catchin' a vibe
Alright I'm catchin' a vibe, don't gotta lie
Bird, I'm a pelican, fly
And I'm pressure, and there's baguettes on my pants
They dance and reflect in the light
Come and get valence, surrounding my camper, I'm steppin'
I ain't gotta tell 'em to slide
I got some shit on my neck and if you, you blind
You reach for my necklace, you dyin'
My last bitch left me, now she cryin' and wanna come back in my life
I hate to admit it, I married my hustle, I'm not a one woman guy
Swallowed my pride, but still incomplete, at least I can say that I tried
Set all my feelings aside, on my grind and on my mind
Now I'm turnt
New bitch, arch her back, lotta ass, make it twerk
Pull her hair, hit a whore from the back, pussy squirt
Got a thirty in this bitch, I ain't talkin' 'bout a Perk
Bought a bag with a bag, lotta bands in her purse
Turn me up, hit the speed
Yeah, her body unique
I just had a good time with a freak hoe pilot
We gon' fly out for the weekend
Yeah, you look bad when you got them minks on
Pretty lil' dress like when you got pink on
Won’t turn my back, but I’m rocking VLONE
How you gon' act when you see them rubber bands round the money?
Know I ain’t the **** to leech on
No, I ain’t the **** to speak on
Big ass Glocks sticking out of my jeans
Ten hundred racks, throw it down in my pocket
Run the money up, yeah ****, we vibin'
We vibin'
Written by: Aubrey Eugene Potter, Bobby Griham, Branden Brown, Mark Buchanan
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