Who Df?

Man, who the f*ck said we ain't gettin' money? Who the f*ck said we ain't gon' pop our shit Who the f*ck said we ain't gon' run on a opp, Them pussies and niggas ain't talkin bout shit, I got a little money, finna ice my wrist When I ice this shit, I'ma blind your bitch You ain't gettin' money, for real You gon' punch out the clock before you take you a risk, And I'd rather just leave that to you, ain't doin' no arguin, Won't beef bout a bitch, and I already hit the lil' hoe anyway, You could have the bitch back, but she fucked on the clique Yeah, damn, Y4L, we at the spot gettin' high, can't pull up if you ain gotta zip it, Bae said stop gettin' high, And I don't even listen, I gotta get high every trip, Yeah, damn, who the f*ck said they can f*ck with us? I don't think they can at all They can't even count like me, my money large, my money stackin' tall I caught my cousin diggin' out my stash of weed, I broke his jaw This bitch done crashed out, for real, now this bitch just hit the wall The way she hoppin' on this dick, I call that lil' hoe kermit frog, We box the scat, hop out the whip, we look like ghosts, all seen was fog, Lil' pretty bitch, she good to me, I still treat her like she a dog, She want me, leave her alone, she said, KD, this shit ain't even workin, Damn, how could you say such a thing? Didn't do nothin' wrong, lil' bitch, I'm perfect You sip tuss, I sip on wockhardt, every sip, bitch, I be slurrin' At the trap with Percocets, exotic bows, lil' bitch, I'm workin Yeah, that's your hoe when she with you, when she with gang, yeah, she be flirtin Man, that lil' hoe super freaked out, at the spot, she sucked up on the team My partner, keep on cuffin' hoes, he know that these hoes fuckin' green, Yeah, I get my Glock accessories on Amazon, I just copped a beam, So much artillery, Gen 5 or Drake, don't know which one to bring, Damn, I fell in love with fuckin' sluts, I told SlickRay, bring all the freaks I racks, for real, I'm cashin' out, don't window shop, nothin' bout me cheap, He walked in with Balenci tracks, this 4-0, knock 'em out his sneaks, Yeah, I drop dick on your bitch, like how it tastes, I put her ass to sleep, Who the f*ck said we ain't gettin' money? Who the f*ck said we ain't gon' pop our shit Who the f*ck said we ain't gon' run on a opp? Man, that pussy, that nigga ain't tammat shit, I got a lil' money finna ice my wrist, when I ice this shit I'ma blind your bitch, And you ain't gettin' money for real, You will punch out the clock before you take you a risk