Money Trees (Chapter 9)

We-we We-we-we We-we We-we missed you mash Yeah I'm a new nigga on the block Got your shorty and she all on my top We got money trees Cause we count up a lot And I'm from the raq Where they carry the sticks New gas, and we smokin' a lot I got big bands in my pocket And I can use it as a rocket uh Aye lil baby, what you want out of me She see cash and she feenin' for me She said, Boogie I'ma f*ck up ya sheets Told her, she just be talkin' but we finna see Baby, if you f*ck me right I'll take you out to paradise She see me, I spend a hundred thousand On my new fuckin' ice Baby You been tryna come and kick it lately She a classic girl so I know she gon' love me I want a five star bitch Come and pop out You look good with me And we finna run it up You just gon' see VICTIMIZED She wanna come and just smoke, oh Get her ass high like a kite, huh Beam on my Glock, I'ma blow, oh If a big nigga try to fight And I get that pack for the low, low If you want it, then you better get it If I see a opp I'ma chase em down I'ma let it off till it's finished I f*ck that bitch, now she walk with a limp Playin' these shorties like I was a pimp And I'm shootin' from deep, I'm not talkin' bout curry I can't see these niggas cause my vision is blurry And I'm Juggin' finessing till I make a million And I'm blendin' with shit like I am a chameleon And I don't like talkin', I just like to Shoot Choppers Ready For war I don't know why I'm so happy But I think I fell in love Singing Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah I'm a new nigga on the block Got your shorty and she all on my top We got money trees Cause we count up a lot And I'm from the raq Where they carry the sticks New gas, and we smokin' a lot I got big bands in my pocket And I can use it as a rocket uh Aye lil baby, what you want out of me She see cash and she feenin' for me She said, Boogie I'ma f*ck up ya sheets Told her, she just be talkin' but we finna see Baby, if you f*ck me right I'll take you out to paradise She see me, I spend a hundred thousand On my new fuckin' ice Baby You been tryna come and kick it lately She a classic girl so I know she gon' love me I want a five star bitch Come and pop out You look good with me And we finna run it up You just gon' see She wanna come and just smoke, oh Get her ass high like a kite, huh Beam on my Glock, I'ma blow, oh If a big nigga try to fight And I get that pack for the low, low If you want it, then you better get it If I see a opp I'ma chase em down I'ma let it off till it's finished