PAROLES
[Intro]
(Amir)
Yeah, yeah
(Chris Mejia)
Yeah, yeah
(Glory)
Go (Yeah), zoom (Yeah)
Go (Yeah), zoom (Yeah)
Go (Yeah), zoom (Yeah)
Go, yeah, yeah
Go (Yeah), zoom (Yeah)
Go (Yeah), zoom (Yeah)
Go (Yeah), zoom (Yeah)
Go, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Been getting bread, but I think I need more of it
It’s just the start of this shit, it’s the origin
I get a four in the cup, yeah, I’m pourin’ it
Ask how I’m doin’ it, that’s it, I’m just bored with it
Stackin’ my money, I ain’t gettin’ bored of it
Been like Santana, this chop got a sword with it
Uppin’ that fye, he gon’ leave with a hole in him
I hit it once, should’ve called it a holе in one
ARP and this bitch got kickback
Walk in the store, tryna find whеre the ricks at
Me and the gang tryna find where the licks at
That nigga still tryna find where his bitch at
That hoe with me, you can’t get her back
They like dakota you gotta relax
Stay with the gang, but I could never lack
Livin’ the life, it ain’t better than that
[Verse]
My money up than a bitch, yeah
They tellin’ me I can’t miss, yeah
Walk in the spot and it’s lit, yeah
XD’s makin’ ’em twitch, yeah
XD got that boy runnin’, yeah
Ballin’ like Andre Drummond, yeah
When they say 6 at a hundred, yeah
That little shit, it ain’t nothin’
This chop get to hummin’ if that nigga play with me payments
She wanna fuck all on me ’cause I’m famous
My niggas shootin’ that shit like he Damian
Playin’ that hoe like I’m gamin’
Then I’m gon’ give her the kick like I’m shamus
My niggas wild, I don’t play no tamin’
She is a nasty hoe, I don’t play no claimin’
I get the bag, go to sleep, do the same shit
I get the bag, go to sleep, do the same thing
So many hoes on my line, I can’t maintain
Shooter from Jersey, just like it was gameday
Fifteen-hundred, you know this the gang way
Said I’m gon’ make it, I already did it
My niggas shootin’ a cap at your fitted
Said I’m gon’ go up, they ain’t wanna listen
Sellin’ out shows, bet they ran out of tickets, yeah
[Chorus]
Been getting bread, but I think I need more of it
It’s just the start of this shit, it’s the origin
I get a four in the cup, yeah, I’m pourin’ it
Ask how I’m doin’ it, that’s it, I’m just bored with it
Stackin’ my money, I ain’t gettin’ bored of it
Been like Santana, this chop got a sword with it
Uppin’ that fye, he gon’ leave with a hole in him
I hit it once, should’ve called it a hole in one
ARP and this bitch got kickback
Walk in the store, tryna find where the ricks at
Me and the gang tryna find where the licks at
That nigga still tryna find where his bitch at
That hoe with me, you can’t get her back
They like dakota you gotta relax
Stay with the gang, but I could never lack
Livin’ the life, it ain’t better than that
