Lyrics OFFMATT - Propheci

Yeah
Yeyuh yuh, yuh yuh
Fuck yall
Tell a pussy talk big
Talk low
Getting money get stacks getti-
Yuh yuh
Say wassup
Put your fist up
Put em up
Yeah pulled up on yo block
Grab the glocko milly rock
Yeah see the opp yeah I shot
Getting money yeah I got
Yuh cashing out on the lot
Yuh robbing banks don't get caught hoe, yeuhhh (yeyuh)
Cashed out getting some stacks
Getting money yeh we letting it stack (yeah)
Standing up on my money im shaq
Got the beam on me cant never lack
Talk big that's how pussy boy get slap hoe yuh
Bring me up thats how dummy boy get smacked hoe
Yuh pretty bitch I aint never date no fat hoe
Yuh do whatever I aint act like im yo dad hoe
(Woah, wo-woah)
Got two twin glocks, back to back grab the toolie milly rock hoe
Woah, whoah oh
Woah oh
Woah ohh

Yeah you a pussy boy, you finna get smacked
You get clapped
I aint talking with my fist
I brought the mac
Plus the gat
Plus yo shawty who just rollin' in the back
Ass so fat
Did I mention that my dracho wipes the matt?
It go splat
Leavin red all on my face man I just laugh
I got gas, ima' speed and smoke this shit until I crash, hit that dash
Man this hen is getting to me ima' thrash
On my mans, we just stacking up our bread while we just dance
On me yeah
On me Yeah
I fell in love with the money and some lean yeah
I got too much ice on me it go bling yeah
Shawty really wanna run through the team yeah

Rock hard shit man this shit got me all fed up
Pussy keep on talkin' then his boys bouta get ran up
He want all the smoke so we got choppas let it flare up
You know I bought some loui so my outfits could be better

On me yeah
On me yeah
On me yeah
I fell in love with the money and some lean yeah
I got too much ice on me it go bling yeah
Ay, yuh
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