Songtexte
Straight
to
that
money
I'm
counting
that
guap
Bussing
a
trap
bitch
I
do
it
a
lot
Shawty
gave
me
giraffe,
I
ain't
want
the
box
Up
in
the
stu
I
be
making
it
hot
Serving
them
fiends
I
be
all
on
the
block
these
niggas
keep
bitching
ain't
hearing
it
They
sound
like
my
bitch
on
her
period
Why
they
be
acting
like
hoes
I'm
just
curious
Just
look
at
the
jeans
you
can
tell
they
Amiri's
I
ran
it
up
made
em'
curious
I
see
a
goat
when
I
look
in
the
mirror
431
nigga
I
pull
up
in
a
chariot
Yeah
yeah
Yeah
yeah
Young
boss
nigga
I
do
what
I
want
Za-za
pack
when
I
roll
my
blunts
Trying
to
run
that
shit
for
me
and
my
dogs
Trying
to
stack
that
cheese
like
a
pyramid
Gotta
walk
my
dog
his
name
Milo
Hit
the
plug
for
the
re-up
when
the
stash
get
low
Gas
got
me
dizzy
I
be
seeing
stars
(gas)
That
bitch
took
a
trip
and
it
sent
her
to
Mars
Young
nigga
tripping
off
Ritalin
All
on
my
grind
I'm
gonna
get
it
in
Member
days
it
was
hot,
all
I
had
was
a
ceiling
fan
I
ain't
gon
trip
bout
a
bitch
I
ain't
getting
mad
They
gonna
pick
and
choose
how
they
want
have
at
it
All
these
hos
want
is
a
nigga
with
status
Since
I
was
born
always
been
above
average
No
this
ain't
random
Keep
that
fire
so
I
just
don't
panic
Can't
swim
so
I
drown
in
that
pussy
titanic
That
head
was
so
crazy
it
made
me
go
manic
Watch
me,
go
to
work
Niggas
be
flexing
they
bitches
I
hit
them
first
He
want
the
smoke
well
I
guess
he
can
say
the
word
The
chopper
gon
bus
and
return
him
right
to
the
dirt
And
I
been
that
nigga
if
you
ain't
heard
They
just
be
feeling
the
vibes
Smoking
gelato
I'm
getting
so
high
We
just
living
the
life
that
these
niggas
desire
Straight
to
that
money
I'm
counting
that
guap
Bussing
a
trap
bitch
I
do
it
a
lot
Shawty
gave
me
giraffe,
I
ain't
want
the
box
Up
in
the
stu
I
be
making
it
hot
Serving
them
fiends
I
be
all
on
the
block
these
niggas
keep
bitching
ain't
hearing
it
They
sound
like
my
bitch
on
her
period
Why
they
be
acting
like
hoes
I'm
just
curious
Just
look
at
the
jeans
you
can
tell
they
Amiri's
I
ran
it
up
made
em'
curious
I
see
a
goat
when
I
look
in
the
mirror
431
nigga
I
pull
up
in
a
chariot
Yeah
yeah
Yeah
yeah
Young
boss
nigga
I
do
what
I
want
Za-za
pack
when
I
roll
my
blunts
Trying
to
run
that
shit
for
me
and
my
dogs
Say
little
bitch
Why
you
on
my
top
Get
off
my
dickWe
pop
another
perc
or
two
and
get
it
lit
I'm
never
switching
sides
I
stay
down
with
the
clique
I
like
the
white
gold
and
them
VVs
on
my
wrist
bitch
Getting
hella
bands
like
Then
I
do
my
dance
like
I
flip
it
when
it
land
like
I
only
got
one
chance
like
Then
we
do
it
all
again
She
see
the
blues
bussing
out
my
jeans
When
I
pop
a
perky
she
say
I
get
mean
I
don't
know
what
she
mean
Straight
to
that
money
I'm
counting
that
guap
Bussing
a
trap
bitch
I
do
it
a
lot
Shawty
gave
me
giraffe,
I
ain't
want
the
box
Up
in
the
stu
I
be
making
it
hot
Serving
them
fiends
I
be
all
on
the
block
These
niggas
keep
bitching
ain't
hearing
it
They
sound
like
my
bitch
on
her
period
Why
they
be
acting
like
hoes
I'm
just
curious
Just
look
at
the
jeans
you
can
tell
they
Amiri's
I
ran
it
up
made
em'
curious
I
see
a
goat
when
I
look
in
the
mirror
431
nigga
I
pull
up
in
a
chariot
Yeah
yeah
Yeah
yeah
Young
boss
nigga
I
do
what
I
want
Za-za
pack
when
I
roll
my
blunts
Trying
to
run
that
shit
for
me
and
my
dogs
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