Lyrics

Yeah-yeah, V12 catch me riding in that
Yeah-yeah, V12
Catch me riding in that Aston
Baby, I ain't Muslim
Yeah, but I be fasting
Tell her stop the cat
Tell that jitt to stop that flagging
Heard they wanna test me, if they test me then I'm spazzin'
Money in my pocket, so damn much it got me sagging
I been gettin' money, I be slimy, need a napkin
Need a, uh-yeah
Need a, uh-yeah
Work up, uh-yeah
Talkin', uh-yuh
Cook up, uh-uh
Look up, uh-uh
I get, uh-uh
Talkin', uh-uh
Make it, uh-uh
Make it buss
Stop the fuss
G-O-D
That’s a must
I get the bread, even crust
With my bro
Big time rush
Rush, rush, rush, rush, rush
**** switching on they brother, that’s disgust
They gon' leave you in the rain so you can rust
That’s just how the world be rocking
Just adjust
Lil' ****, that’s facts
Gotta couple lil' plaques
Got 'em mad like Max
Hey, don’t turn back
Uh-yeah
Make it, uh
Look it, uh
Bake it, uh
Cook it, uh
Take it, uh
Hook it, uh
Shake it, uh
Shook it, uh
Need a, uh-yeah
Need a, uh-yeah
Work up, uh-yuh
Talk it, uh-yuh
Cook up, uh-uh
Look up, uh-uh
I get, uh-uh
Talk it, uh-uh
Make it, uh-uh
Talking that up
I’m chalking it up
And she talking it up
Yeah, I might pocket it up
Yeah, I pull up, I pocket it up, yeah
And shawty, she know that we up, yeah
And shawty, she know we ain't stuck, uh
Written by: Beck Unruh, Miles Mack, Nate Morgan, Terrell Cox
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