Money on Me Papi Di0r (Ft. J Nuller, Really M.E.)

[Chorus: J Nuller]
Shorty shall we take this to the fucking back now?
Sittin' pretty while you lookin' like a snack now
Money on me, 'bout to pull out a couple stacks out
Baby for me take it all the way, way down
At the party you know they be lookin' for me
Huh, huh, huh
Yeah at the party you know they be lookin' for me
Huh, huh, yeah uh

[Verse 1: Papi Di0r]
I said, you love the aroma, in a kush-coma
Back in high school I put lean in my Arizona
I wasn't fuckin' with that soda
Nowadays it's hard to stay sober
I need my Mom's in a Range Rover
I don't understand why all these niggas friendly
I got my "Hater-blockers" on riding in a Bentley
I need myself a ten-speed, ditching cops till' the tank empty
Anything we do, we gon' make these niggas envy
I got your main piece blowin' up my phone, whoa
Leave me alone, double cup styrofoam
Askin' when I'm goin' home
Got to hang up it's not money on the phone
Girl you know that we grown, why you playin' on my phone?