JB Wake Up
I've been stackin bandz
Worried bout my cash
I can't get the coupe
If it ain't going fast
I've been stackin bands
I've been worried bout my cash
I can't get the coupe
If that shit ain't going fast
I don't want the booty
If she cannot make it clap
I get to the bank
With this money, gotta laugh
They looking at me like
How he did that shit like damn
I've been on that weed, yeah
I've been off the gas
Running opposite
Only shopper say
Ayy, she gon' call me up
But I don't want that bitch, yeah
This my testimony
To the bitches on my dick, yeah
Holy matrimony
To the money in my stick, yeah
I'm up in the hills
All these hoes are sick
Ice and a band
I got the heater on me
But I'm froze so it really do not make no sense
Don't come to my side of the hood
Like we put up a motherfucking fence
I fuck a ten again
But first, I need consent
I need the verbal consent, so
Damn, baby, you might have to write it
Baby, you might have to type it
Hit it once, I know that you like it
In my bed, know you tryna fight it
What
She tryna fight the pleasure
She tryna fight the pleasure
I beat the pussy up better
I've been stackin bands
I've been worried bout my cash
I can't get the coupe
If that shit ain't going fast
I've been stackin bands
I've been worried bout my cash
I can't get the coupe
If that shit ain't going fast
I don't want the booty
If she cannot make it clap
I get to the bank
With this money, gotta laugh
Got a lot of this money
Stacking a hundred
Everyday I'm in the car and I'm drumming
If you try me, lil' nigga, I'm gunnin
Fuck your bitch, I need she suckin
I get the cash and so they be lovin
I'm in my bag, yeah, I feel my lovin
Im mclovin it
I fuck a bitch everyday, I indulge in it
I get the cash everyday, I evolving it
I'm in the stu just like everyday, everyday
Rapping, niggas all in this doing it
Capping, when I say I shoot it, I ain't capping
When I say I shoot it, I ain't rapping
Not a rhyme, it's a statement
So you better analyze
Got a choppa on me and a .45
If you try me, I'll send his ass straight to the sky
When I say it, I'll try not to lie, nigga
If I say I won't kill you
Guarantee I won't diss you
If you drunk in the club, lil' bitch
Guarantee I won't kiss you
I just wasn't gon' miss you, okay
I just wasn't gon' miss you, okay
I just wasn't gon' miss you
Just let me know when I'm in for the one time
Tell me if you love me, use it one night
Ayy, I've been stacking bands
And I've been worried bout my cash
I've been stackin bands
I've been worried bout my cash
I can't get the coupe
If that shit ain't going fast
I don't want the booty
If she cannot make it clap
I get to the bank
With this money, gotta laugh
JB Wake Up
She tryna fight the pleasure
She tryna fight the pleasure
I beat the pussy up better