paroles de chanson




Good gas smoke that on the road
Keep that pole on my side like fasho
Niggas chatting they really just boast
Fuck a check up I want it some more
Bitch she bad but she ain't worth the cold
Super fine while she giving that throat
Type shit I be cooling on bro
Type shit I just roll me some more
Moving weird yeah he slimy fasho
Think its time to get back on that road
Think its time to get on that grind
Fuck a bitch she not wasting my time
Top floor on the hill with the guys
Make money make music get fly
Make money make music get fly
Make money make music get
Bitch she really tripping why she think that I'm go save ho
I just stack my chips go stack that pape
Go get yo cheddar bro
Remember them days when me and bro we ain't have nun
And now niggas looking for shit cause my pockets they weigh a ton
Big bag I done bossed up
Niggas mad told them shut the fuck up
Get the fuck bitch I'm not yo farther
Rolling gas and I'm getting higher
Sparking shit like a fucking lighter
Switching lanes in that fucking spyder
Good gas smoke that on the road
Keep that pole on my side like fasho
Niggas chatting they really just boast
Fuck a check up I want it some more
Bitch she bad but she ain't worth the cold
Super fine while she giving that throat
Type shit I be cooling on bro
Type shit I just roll me some more
Moving weird yeah he slimy fasho
Think its time to get back on that road
Think its time to get on that grind
Fuck a bitch she not wasting my time
Top floor on the hill with the guys
Make money make music get fly
Make money make music get fly
Make money make music get
Good gas smoke that on the road
Keep that pole on my side like fasho
Niggas chatting they really just boast
Fuck a check up I want it some more
Bitch she bad but she ain't worth the cold
Super fine while she giving that throat
Type shit I be cooling on bro
Type shit I just roll me some more



Writer(s): Willie Cal Hollins Jr



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