Lyrics Loafanese - Loaf Murda

Loafanese
Skinny jeans got the hoes in these
No designer still got loaf in these
A nigga so hot like 3rd degree
Only the squad
My team so strong
Everytime we step
We flexing
All of my niggas stay stepping
They already know what we repping

Bop like who
Can't help it
Throw it up
Hit the woah
They felt it
I was smelling that money I delt it
Eating so good got me belching

I don't miss a gram
But I post on the gram
She nasty she do what I say
Like my name Sam
Watch me knock it out the park
Like Barry bonds
Grand slam
Number 13 on the heat
Just throw it up I dunk it bam

20s 50s 100s
No Hamilton or Abraham's

A nigga ain't rich but I got it
I be getting that money but spending a habit
Keep stretching the money elastic
When I rap you can picture the graphics
I am on top like the attic
So bars ima addict

Loafanese
Skinny jeans got the hoes in these
No designer still got loaf in these
A nigga so hot like 3rd degree
Only the squad
My team so strong
Everytime we step
We flexing
All of my niggas stay stepping
They already know what we repping

Rock out
Look at the drip trail
Bring the mop out
Loaf and the crew coming through
Better watch out
They love when we pop out
I am the Hottest
Can a nigga just be honest
My Word so sick ima vomit
Blow up
I'm atomic
On his head like a bonnettt
Knocking coins call em sonic
Don't fuck with niggas uncle ruckus
Do what he say you niggas puppets
It's wartime
Ima score mine
They know im a walking bucket
Everywhere I go I gotta tuck it
Bad bitch Nina she will twerk it
My name ringing
Loaf buzzing
Ugh
Im the shit no discussion
Fuck up a check it's nothing
Look at my neck bussin
Look at my pockets flooding
Chasing the money I'm running

Loafanese
Skinny jeans got the hoes in these
No designer still got loaf in these
A nigga so hot like 3rd degree
Only the squad
My team so strong
Everytime we step
We flexing
All of my niggas stay stepping
They already know what we repping