Ik! (feat. LuvTempo)

Yeah She say boy you on the road I'm making this money fasho I ain't worried bout no hoe yeah Yeah she like you goin' up I know Yeah I make a bag fasho yeah I make a bag fasho yeah Uhh yeah I make a bag fasho yeah I'm always on the road yeah I'm counting up my doe yeah uhh she fell in love but I can't stay the night I pour the lean up all in my sprite She wanna f*ck I said alright but i'm not finna have a baby through the night uhh Chase a bag through the night yeah take ya hoe do it right yeah Always shooting never fight yeah cause I got the mac and it chill in my lap Call my shooter yeah he got the strap I'm going up won't ever fall back I got the money I stack it like that so many hunnits I think I lost track If he talkin' stupid we smoking his pack Too many niggas that talk with they back Woah Yeah Woah oh Too many niggas we chasin' a bag she all on my dick I know she wanna gag That's my drip yeah that's my swag got G19 on my lap He say he tuff he get pushed back I'm with the gang we don't ever lack And that's no cap I gotta chase these racks ok In LA we chasin' a bag to word on bro it feel like the sadder days Prada gucci and balenci I'm with my slime yeah with my twizzy In the mall we step in balenci's Balenci's Balenci's Balenci's