It´s raining
But we still getting this shit done
Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Shut up
Boy run up
Getting to the money
Till the sun up
Always been on my shit
Keep it hunna
Yeah
Got ya
You could be my son yeah
I could be your father
You could me my daughter
Haters want my dome
Never sell my soul
Ice her out like snow
She might catch a cold
Haters want my dome
Never sell my soul
Ice her out like snow
She might catch a cold
My life like a movie
And I play my role
And I´m getting in
Like you dropped the soap
I been on the road
And It´s getting cold
Nah I don´t need a coat
Feel like a goat
Fuck my haters
Still getting paper
Tip like a waiter
Smoke on the vapor
Sleep on me mattress
Came out the casket
Now I gotta have it
Natural no plastic
Smoking backwoods heavy
Bitch I been a motherfucking addict
If I see a motherfucker lacking
Better get that motherfucker cracking
If you book me better gon be ready
Got the bitches jumping and it´s steady
You might need to call a fucking medic
See I got my shine don´t need a patek
Call me in the morning
She gon get me horny
Man is always snoring
Pull up in a foreign
We don´t wanna fight bih
Better save your life shit
Better save your wife she
Tryna spend the night
Shut up
Boy run up
Getting to the money
Till the sun up
Always been on my shit
Keep it hunna
Yeah
Got ya
You could be my son yeah
I could be your father
You could me my daughter
Haters want my dome
Never sell my soul
Ice her out like snow
She might catch a cold
Haters want my dome
Never sell my soul
Ice her out like snow
She might catch a cold