Leave It To Us

(Whoa)
(Yeah)
(Whoa, whoa)
(Yeah)

Talking about money then leave it to us
I need a whip with a B on the front
I've got to keep like a three in my cup
Got a whole lot of OG in the blunt
Put them to bed if they sleeping on us
I am the one who's going to keep it a buck
I got a glock and I'm keeping it tucked
Ain't go to school but I geek the fuck up
Yeah, geek the fuck up
Yeah, I got the K when I ride
Better not play with my life
Counting my money and staying alive
Stay with my bro's they got my back
Everything I do got sauce on that
Fuck on this hoe don't call her back
Need my wrist on Polliwog
What you smoking? Probably swag
My hip got a glock on that
Yeah I nicknamed it body bag
Swerve on lean I'm about to crash
Two more percs going down the hatch
All these god damn pills look like a big old bag of sour patch
I ain't going to stop my grind until I've got like five hundred thousand cash
Damn I heard you're album trash
My sprite was clear and now it's black
Hell yeah I'm faded off my ass
Could fall off now and bounce right back
Wake up, get high count my cash
Heard you down bad that's down right sad
How in the fuck It get like this I'm way to up
Say what the hell you want never gave two fucks
You could pull up right now I'm going to call your bluff
How in the fuck It get like this I'm way to up