Lyrics I Hadda - Test

Woah
We got that money coming in and out
I swear i swear
(Thank you Bizounce)
Yeah yeah yeahhhh
Look
I got that money Coming in and out
I got that package Coming in and out
I had that bitch Running in and out
I had her going in Inna drought
I had the fiends waiting In a line
I had the phone ringing every time
I had the door open up and close
I hit a sale right before my show
(Woah)

Profit gone fall out my pocket Wherever whenever
You know I'm intelligent
Just package it up Whatever it is
Don't need no description I'm selling it
Come from the bottom That's Straight out the dirt
My nigga trying get em a handful
She jump on a plane And bring me the work
Cause I put Chanel on her sandals
If I give a bitch a Birkin Im invested in something other
Than some pussy
I'm the type to get her address
And have packs land And get it cooking
We got that shit out our dreams
And step on the scene With all of this fettuccine
I broke her heart and I never mean it
Pull off with her friend in a Lamborghini
Cocaine got me walking round
Like I got football pads on
Rap money ever slow up I can go up
And put a town on
She giving mouth and lip service
Shawty was working Shawty got style on
She Gonna get her some paper
She selling the fact that her body a stallion
Running up down the highway
With the bricks on her That's nothing
Pay the bitch and she a do whatever
She ain't never ever been fronting
If they get on her She gone do the dash
She ain't never ever say nothing
Pretty Lil thug bitch
And she a do whatever I wanted

I got that money Coming in and out
I got that package Coming in and out
I had that bitch Running in and out
I had her going in Inna drought
I had the fiends waiting In a line
I had the phone ringing every time
I had the door open up and close
I hit a sale right before my show
(Woah)

I went and got me a check I promise and bet
This shit ain't no stimulus
Forever we go and get money
Don't ever got to lean On the government benefit
Unemployment check Get a half of brick
Nigga go and flip that
I'm a stretch it out Take another route
Tell a nigga a get back
I'm getting money worldwide
I ain't tripping bout no virus
I got control of your whole girl
I got that bitch in compliance
See I got that shit to a science
I start to add and subtract and divide it
Don't make em go in and shoot up your house
Till they hear sirens Shit can get violent
I rather get money with a girl
She package it up take it everywhere
I'm picking her over any nigga
She ain't my bitch She got plenty niggas
Yeah we be staying up late
But this ain't no date We counting up cake
She do what I say I never mistake
She always get paid It's never delayed

I got that money Coming in and out
I got that package Coming in and out
I had that bitch Running in and out
I had her going in Inna drought
I had the fiends waiting In a line
I had the phone ringing every time
I had the door open up and close
I hit a sale right before my show
(Woah)