2Silly

I ain't even gon' put no adlibs on this bitch (phew phew go) Niggas ain't gettin' no money- nigga ain't gettin' no money let's go Let's go go aye, will uh yea, will, uh, ayy, uh, go I had to run this shit back, they said"Twill goin' dumb how he hop on these tracks" No I can't f*ck up no pack, I'm tryna sit in the car and just count up these racks I'm tryna count out this money, niggas they talkin' that shit think it's funny You got that bih and I think that she love me I don't want that lil' bih I don't think that she fa me I cannot put all my trust in a bitch, why would I just go out sad bout a ho They really think I ain't gettin' this money, we can pull up, put this shit on the floor We can push up put this shit at your door Think I'm runnin' them plays how I pick and I roll Will got the sauce and he already know This for the niggas who think I ain't change my flow I got the back end, we got the pack, she got the paper and I got a stack Step in the spot Imma count up these racks Imma keep getting paper you know that's a fact Eyght Degree cold that's the motto, we hit the bank like Jon Boy hit the lotto Alv in back, told me to step on the throttle How she hittin' that lick, got me tappin' the bottle Nah but f*ck that, you know my cup on double leaning and shit, tryna get me in trouble Racks in my hand, think them boys got a couple They ain't gettin' no cake I've been countin' this funnel Flexin' my shit, really bust they bubble Told the bitch suck the dick, I don't just wanna cuddle Balling and shit got them boys in a huddle need to get in that gym tryna flex your muscle Y'all niggas weak I'm in the cut every day of the week Heard that lil' bitch wanna f*ck, she a freak Get out the kitchen can't take all the heat, y'all niggas so wack, do this shit in my sleep Go, we gone