Lyrics ransom - amir

(What)
(Yooo)
Uh (Damn)
Uhhhh(Damn)
Uh
Pop the perc I go stupid
Girl I hate it
Why you always fucking do this
With my bruddas
With my muddyz
Know I stay true to this
Stay true to that
Brodie known to spin
Keep coming back
You say we locked in
Go and get a tat
So good with money
Gotta keep a stack

What
Yeahhh
Pop the perc on my lonesome
Money so big, God damn like a lump-some
White bitch tan and she itching for a band-some
Bitch so bad finna take her ass for ransom
Money go brrr aw yeah I need a band
What, Wheels go skirt aww heck, In a jag
And this hoe finna twerk god damn
Know she bad
And this bitch hella stupid
Finna shake it for the cash
Opps want smoke
I'm finna hit em with this mag dump
Hoe want kids
Gotta strap it with a magnum
Catch bro lacking and i'm finna just tax him
Catch bro lacking and we finna just smack him

(Money counter go brr yeah)
(Wha, Money counter go brr yeah)
(Money counter go brr yeah)

I'm so sorry I can't let you go
Uh, I'm so sorry can't let you hoe
Like, Oh girl I gotta let you know
When I take you out this ain't for show
Damn, Mir how you get that flow
What, Diamonds on brrr how you make it snow
And I'm like yessir how that hoe go low
All my niggas level up and on a new plateau
That my money gotta put that shit in rows
Huh, Suicide doors when we hop up in that rolls
Girl you doing it in red some fine like a rose
You my only card only option calling uno
I don't need no roster
Dread up like a rasta
Bitch know i'm a rockstar
Bitch move like linguine and you know I love that pasta
Love the way you glow damn girl I know you bossed up
Diamonds on froze god damn got ya rocks up

What
Yeahhh
Pop the perc on my lonesome
Money so big, God damn like a lump-some
White bitch tan and she itching for a band-some
Bitch so bad finna take her ass for ransom
Money go brrr aw yeah I need a band
What, Wheels go skirt aww heck, In a jag
And this hoe finna twerk god damn
Know she bad
And this bitch hella stupid
Finna shake it for the cash
Opps want smoke
I'm finna hit em with this mag dump
Hoe want kids
Gotta strap it with a magnum
Catch bro lacking and i'm finna just tax him
Catch bro lacking and we finna just smack him

(Yeah,Yeah,Yeah)
(Yeah,Yeah,Yeah)
(Yeah,Yeah,Yeah)
(Yeah,Yeah,Yeah)
(Yeah,Yeah,Yeah)
(Yeah,Yeah,Yeah)
(Yeah,Yeah,Yeah)
(Shot my shot for the free throw shit like swish)
(One in my chamber on god won't miss)
(Momma know I told you can't cuff no bitch)
(Catch that nigga lacking finna roll him in swisher)
(Bitch so bad on god won't miss her)