Put it on

Put that bitch on to my song Hop in the whip and roll slow They trynna pull up But don't have a wheel Bitch like what is that deal yea Im bout to do it again Im bout to deal with this song Im bout to do it again Bout to do it again Bout to get all this dough Im bout to pull on them And won't give a f*ck If they got many cash or them sticks I just pulled up on my song And be walking this beat And be cooking this shit Told you im popping And riding my whip down the hill Im bout to get my first mil When others can't get it They scream scream yea I just be watching them guys Them fake rappers That can't even sing And im just on my own Buying stuff and then next Im bout to do Im bout to shoot Im bout to send that bitch in hell Whole lotta money and whole lotta style Rapping this shit till 6am Put it on Put it on Put it on Put it on Put it on Open the gates lil bitch I know we on yea They don't know Until i tell them what we on One more minute here And then im gone The only thing that i can see Is your ass lying to me I don't care what you think All i see is fucking green Doesn't matter where i've been Im bout to pull up in this bitch But the question is which They got perks and guns and cars Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Her kisses just like a poison And i pull out the gun Bitch he froze there Yeah move out the way Oh where my bros at Yeah they got a plan But where your bros at Yeah where your bros at yeah Where your bros at But when they pull up It's gonna be so late Yeah i woke up Bitch where my phone at Just living a dream While im still ballin' Yeah Yeah Yeah While im still ballin' Yeah Yeah Yeah While im still ballin'