Figure It Out MadeinTYO (Ft. Gunna)
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[Intro]
Hop out the bag, jump in the bag
Get a couple bags
(K. Swisha)
Ooh
(I think we got it man)
Yeah
[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
You still on yo mama couch, you tryna figure it out (Get up)
They tryna crawl in the VIP, they want a cup of the clout (Pourin')
Hell yeah nigga eating, I gotta close up my mouth
Hell yeah nigga eating, she got her cake from the south (Skrrt, skrrt)
You still on yo mama couch, you tryna figure it out (Get up)
They tryna crawl in the VIP, they want a cup of the clout (Pourin')
Hell yeah nigga eating, I gotta close up my mouth
Hell yeah nigga eating, she got her cake from the south (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
They blockin' their blessin' (No), you got you a weapon (Okay)
You gangsta, but real, chasin' that money, you chasin' a deal
I figured it out, makin' the money, I'm handin' it out (What?)
I'm rubbin' the cat, freaky lil' bitch, hand in her mouth (Ooh)
I mack, no Apple, pen is steppin' in gravel (Check, check)
Sweet boy you buns, pay that bitch's college fund (Wet, wet)
Uh, suck me up when you done, suck me up when you done (Okay)
Used to take her to Lenox, anything, she can get it
Hop out the bag, jump in the bag
Get a couple bags
(K. Swisha)
Ooh
(I think we got it man)
Yeah
[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
You still on yo mama couch, you tryna figure it out (Get up)
They tryna crawl in the VIP, they want a cup of the clout (Pourin')
Hell yeah nigga eating, I gotta close up my mouth
Hell yeah nigga eating, she got her cake from the south (Skrrt, skrrt)
You still on yo mama couch, you tryna figure it out (Get up)
They tryna crawl in the VIP, they want a cup of the clout (Pourin')
Hell yeah nigga eating, I gotta close up my mouth
Hell yeah nigga eating, she got her cake from the south (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
They blockin' their blessin' (No), you got you a weapon (Okay)
You gangsta, but real, chasin' that money, you chasin' a deal
I figured it out, makin' the money, I'm handin' it out (What?)
I'm rubbin' the cat, freaky lil' bitch, hand in her mouth (Ooh)
I mack, no Apple, pen is steppin' in gravel (Check, check)
Sweet boy you buns, pay that bitch's college fund (Wet, wet)
Uh, suck me up when you done, suck me up when you done (Okay)
Used to take her to Lenox, anything, she can get it
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