Lyrics

Im getn money (nah fr)
I keep it on me
Jus got a new rollie
They kall me big homie
Im getn money dats a fakt tho, serve u in front feds coming im out da back door nah fr
I like 2 shine so uma gridning 2 get it we poppin bottles my section its litty i keep it on me bad boy like im diddy nah fr (nah fr)
She say she wanna fuck me i told her relax and gave her a pill nah fr
Roll up the wood my **** yeah im repn my hood my **** yea i wish a bitch would my **** yea nah fr
U can smell it through the seal he callin my phn he wanted a gram i told him 2 chill nah fr fr fr nah fr fr
He mus dnt kno who im is Big homie
**** ill serve ya and rob ya and serve ya again nah fr doe
Sneak dissin on me if its up stuck fuck **** i want that real smoke foreal
These **** b fakin tho new rollie iced out like a eskimo my amigo he get it from mexico 4real nah fr (nah fr)
I sold him ten but of em was fake it cut him a deal nah fr (nah fr)
U kno im a hustlaz my ****, dis shit off the muscle my **** im the plug dnt b rushn me **** nah fr
Trap doin numbers im boomin u dnt kno how 2 whip it u losing ridin dirty i20 im crusin nah fr nah fr nah fr
Issa drought aint cutn no deals shop wit me
Written by: Calvin Broadus, Justin Hill
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