[Hook]
I'm with some rapstars, footballers
Drug dealers, shot callers
Bad bitches, with the maddest backs
And yea they play dirty
We gone dagga dat
I'm with some rapstars, footballers
Drug dealers, shot callers
Bad bitches, with the maddest backs
And yea they play dirty
We go dagga dat
[Verse 1]
Off to the club do you see that lighty
Tell that chick that I want her number
If you ever see her bumper
Make a man say what the bumba
Say she don't want to rush things
I say we ain't getting no younger
No we ain't getting no younger
Gal jump on my cucumber
Got a bag of machine in my gaza
Mi na fist fight, I'm too marger
Straight home visits from my barber
No actors I don't do drama
They can't bare that I'm getting larger
Got a whole heap of a pride from my father
Get a battery if she wanna
Krept fling that girl on the charger
More money, more money, more swag
Was a baller but don't do wags
If I ain't driving then I'm in the cab
Trying get stretzy girl in my pad
If I ain't in the endz then I'm in the lab
I'm in the club and it went bad
Got carried away and spent like a bag
Big batty girl tell the pretty boy mad
Big batty girl tell the pretty boy sick
Brain so dumb, thigh so thick
Trappers trying to get a house from a brick
Tell these haters get off my dick
I got the darkest tints on my whip
I get paper, I dont slip
Money talks I ain't taking no lip
Just trying make this Chris Browning strip
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
More money, more money, more pagans
Man dem hustle hard on a space thing
Pop bottles whenever we raving
My show moneys your savings
Man's hyping on twitter for ratings
Me don't hype I get cake in
Little lighty up in my bedroom
Now they all wanna know are we dating
I get big gal, fuck the rumors
I dont touch guns, I got shooters
Dre dash 'em out their coopers
Got the young g's out in their scooters
Them man go so hard on the curb
Don't get nicked no I ain't done a bird(?)
We go ham, fam take my word
Raise glasses to the eye sights blurred
Got a bag a girl on our table
Independent life no label
I got three girl who want my maple
Give me haze cause they think I'm stable
Trying to get baby girl to my cradle
Its a biggie trying to be faithful
I see a friend die so fatal
Till this day is still painful
From the wrong road to the right plan
Man's hustling through to the ice land
Made with the main man you a side man
I can count on Skinnies he's my right hand
My right hand, my nigga
I'm gonna drink him when I'm bigger
Couple tings I banged off twitter
From celebrities to a stripper
[Hook]
I'm with some rapstars, footballers
Drug dealers, shot callers
Bad bitches, with the maddest backs
And yea they play dirty
We gone dagga dat
I'm with some rapstars, footballers
Drug dealers, shot callers
Bad bitches, with the maddest backs
And yea they play dirty
We go dagga dat
[Verse 1]
Off to the club do you see that lighty
Tell that chick that I want her number
If you ever see her bumper
Make a man say what the bumba
Say she don't want to rush things
I say we ain't getting no younger
No we ain't getting no younger
Gal jump on my cucumber
Got a bag of machine in my gaza
Mi na fist fight, I'm too marger
Straight home visits from my barber
No actors I don't do drama
They can't bare that I'm getting larger
Got a whole heap of a pride from my father
Get a battery if she wanna
Krept fling that girl on the charger
More money, more money, more swag
Was a baller but don't do wags
If I ain't driving then I'm in the cab
Trying get stretzy girl in my pad
If I ain't in the endz then I'm in the lab
I'm in the club and it went bad
Got carried away and spent like a bag
Big batty girl tell the pretty boy mad
Big batty girl tell the pretty boy sick
Brain so dumb, thigh so thick
Trappers trying to get a house from a brick
Tell these haters get off my dick
I got the darkest tints on my whip
I get paper, I dont slip
Money talks I ain't taking no lip
Just trying make this Chris Browning strip
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
More money, more money, more pagans
Man dem hustle hard on a space thing
Pop bottles whenever we raving
My show moneys your savings
Man's hyping on twitter for ratings
Me don't hype I get cake in
Little lighty up in my bedroom
Now they all wanna know are we dating
I get big gal, fuck the rumors
I dont touch guns, I got shooters
Dre dash 'em out their coopers
Got the young g's out in their scooters
Them man go so hard on the curb
Don't get nicked no I ain't done a bird(?)
We go ham, fam take my word
Raise glasses to the eye sights blurred
Got a bag a girl on our table
Independent life no label
I got three girl who want my maple
Give me haze cause they think I'm stable
Trying to get baby girl to my cradle
Its a biggie trying to be faithful
I see a friend die so fatal
Till this day is still painful
From the wrong road to the right plan
Man's hustling through to the ice land
Made with the main man you a side man
I can count on Skinnies he's my right hand
My right hand, my nigga
I'm gonna drink him when I'm bigger
Couple tings I banged off twitter
From celebrities to a stripper
[Hook]
( Yungen )
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