Lyrics From Da Farm - Test

Straight up, straight up, straight up
This is what I tell her
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Project X)
Yeah, yeah

Money long, (long) shawty love my song (She love my song)
Don't do the vape, (uh uh)
Bitch roll that Cheech and Chong (Roll that gas)
Just got a box, (Box) my shit straight off the farm
(What you need)
I need a lot, (For real) you know I get it gone, know I do, I do, I do
Im well connected, (For sure) I make bond (How much it cost)
Two hundred thousand, (Got damn) on my charm (Eliantte)
You see his outfit, (What) he put it on (Thats designer)
Im never browsing, (Oh no) I buy it all

Got a box, (Box) my shit from the farm (From the farm)
Call a thot, send it to her lawn (It's in the mail)
Soon as it land, she get to it, go perform (I swear I swear)
My lil bitch be hip, you know she get it gone (She get it gone)
A thousand pounds, (Hold up) and I ain't talking English money
Come get it now, (Come on) It's almost like it's screaming for ya
My luggage filled up, and my carry on got a pound in it (I swear)
I had a stewardess fly a hundred pack, she was down with me
Rollie watch when he tell time, she was calling up the hot line
He just hit her with the stop sign
He just hit her with the stop lying
He just hit her with the stop crying
Babygirl have patience
You can't tell I got money coming?
Look at all these acres (What you tell her)

Money long, (long) shawty love my song (She love my song)
Don't do the vape, (uh uh)
Bitch roll that Cheech and Chong (Roll that gas)
Just got a box, (Box) my shit straight off the farm (What you need)
I need a lot, (For real) you know I get it gone, know I do, I do, I do
Im well connected, (For sure) I make bond (How much it cost)
Two hundred thousand, (Got damn) on my charm (Eliantte)
You see his outfit, (What) he put it on (Thats designer)
Im never browsing, (Oh no) I buy it all

International hustler can I get a hand clap (Round of applause)
I done ran the shit up, nigga then I ran back (Then I ran back)
They was knocking my hustle
They ain't understand that (They aint even know)
Now I went and built up my muscle
Niggas gotta stand back (Gotta step back)
We was trying send a whole pack to Milan nigga (To Milan nigga)
We was trying roll up, like we was home nigga
(Like we was home nigga)
She saw my crop, it made her drop her top (Drop her top)
A quarter million, bitch that's every plot (That's every plot)
She see them rackies, know we got a-lot (We got em, huh)
Fill up the backie, bitch I smoke a lot
No lie, I fly around with my pack on me (My pack on me baby)
Soon as I land, I smoke em back to back don't I

Money long, (long) shawty love my song (She love my song)
Don't do the vape, (uh uh)
Bitch roll that Cheech and Chong (Roll that gas)
Just got a box, (Box) my shit straight off the farm (What you need)
I need a lot, (For real) you know I get it gone, know I do, I do, I do
Im well connected, (For sure) I make bond
(How much it cost)
Two hundred thousand, (Got damn) on my charm (Eliantte)
You see his outfit, (What) he put it on (Thats designer)
Im never browsing, (Oh no) I buy it all