[Intro: Kevin Gates & Lul Bob]
Say, Fee, smooth transitions (Vroom)
German engineering steering
Turn me up just to speak (Ooh, ooh)
(BRackz)
On go-go
[Chorus: Lul Bob]
Turn me up on the speakers, yeah, her body unique
I just had a good time with a freak ho, pilot, we gon' fly out for the weekend
You look bad when you got them minks on, pretty lil' dress like when you got pink on
Won’t turn my back, but I’m rockin' VLONE
How you gon' act when you see them rubber bands 'round the money
Know I ain’t the nigga to leach on, no, I ain’t the nigga to speak on Big ass Glocks sticking out of my jeans, ten hundred racks, throw it down in my pocket
Run the money up, yeah, nigga, we vibin'
[Verse 1: Lul Bob]
Button down shirt, don’t know what to wear with this shit, let me hit up thе stylist
She wanna fuck on a nigga, but I ain't trynna fuck on that bitch
That lil' pussy got mileage, wе got beans, lean, and codeine
Go tell yo' people we got it, we got choppa, Glocks, .223’s
Go tell the opps we got it, got 'bout 45k worth on me, try to take somethin', you dyin'
Money, money, money, that’s what I need, it make the world go round
Turn me up on the speakers, don't turn me down
White one’s, I'ma just keep on buying 'em, kept me a pair, couldn’t afford designer
Stuck with this ho, ain’t think I could find her
Find her, she ain't the type to remind ya
Whole loco what I spent on these diamonds, sike, but my nigga Fee got me shinin'
Say, Fee, smooth transitions (Vroom)
German engineering steering
Turn me up just to speak (Ooh, ooh)
(BRackz)
On go-go
[Chorus: Lul Bob]
Turn me up on the speakers, yeah, her body unique
I just had a good time with a freak ho, pilot, we gon' fly out for the weekend
You look bad when you got them minks on, pretty lil' dress like when you got pink on
Won’t turn my back, but I’m rockin' VLONE
How you gon' act when you see them rubber bands 'round the money
Know I ain’t the nigga to leach on, no, I ain’t the nigga to speak on Big ass Glocks sticking out of my jeans, ten hundred racks, throw it down in my pocket
Run the money up, yeah, nigga, we vibin'
[Verse 1: Lul Bob]
Button down shirt, don’t know what to wear with this shit, let me hit up thе stylist
She wanna fuck on a nigga, but I ain't trynna fuck on that bitch
That lil' pussy got mileage, wе got beans, lean, and codeine
Go tell yo' people we got it, we got choppa, Glocks, .223’s
Go tell the opps we got it, got 'bout 45k worth on me, try to take somethin', you dyin'
Money, money, money, that’s what I need, it make the world go round
Turn me up on the speakers, don't turn me down
White one’s, I'ma just keep on buying 'em, kept me a pair, couldn’t afford designer
Stuck with this ho, ain’t think I could find her
Find her, she ain't the type to remind ya
Whole loco what I spent on these diamonds, sike, but my nigga Fee got me shinin'
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