Green Light

You should remember me

I told you that

We all wanna ball, bitch

I told you that

Bald tires don't hold 'crete well

My bitch getting too excited about the Loewe outfit

Material girl, that money grow on trees for you

That lil' money don't mean shit to me

I'ma spend money 'til I die

Go ahead and work your lil' job

If the glove ain't fit

And my momma been quit

And my daddy been quit

And my baby been quit

How the fuck can I quit?

My hand's been shaken by God

My hand's been shaken by God

My hand's been

My hand's, my hand's, my hand's

Are open now, tss

Green light, we gon' flood that bag again (Bag again)

Green light, we gon' flood that bag again (Bag again)

Green light, we gon' flood that bag again (Bag again)

Baby, I was up 'fore I ever even met you

Baby, I was tryna fuck, not fuck up my lifestyle

Baby got that money, she gon' act like she my wife now

Baby tryna get it, baby tryna get it, baby tryna—

Baby tryna get it, baby tryna get it, baby tryna—

Easy or it's hard, fucking up the spot, two ways

Mama, we ain't poor, but it's rips inside my shoelace

Baby tryna get it, baby tryna get it, baby tryna—

Baby tryna get it, baby tryna get it, baby tryna—

Green light, we gon' flood that bag again (Bag again)

Green light, we gon' flood that bag again (Bag again)

Green light, we gon' flood that bag again (Bag again, bag again)

Are open now, tss