[Intro]
Ay, ay
One time like (One time like)
Two times like (Two times like)
Ha! Ay
Lemme pile money
[Chorus]
Say let me put you in position for the acquisition of some major paper
I'm just dippin', we ain't even trippin', you could thank me later
Sauce and drippin', ho, I'm finger lickin' servin' different flavors
See me flickin' while I'm chasin' chicken, plottin' on some acres, ay
[Verse 1]
Hol' up
Old school weed sendin' nothin' but some jeez
And a full pack of top papers, 'bout to put some peas in it
Twerk it for me baby, and make surе you put your knees in it
I got leg room, I could prolly fit your knees in it
What y'all know about that country shit from by the rivers is? ('Thеm 'bout that)
Thought I told you colder than the winter out in Winnipeg (All about that)
Poppin' like you better be when you the proper pedigree (Okay, okay)
Blowin' sweet and sour while I'm chewin' on that sesame
Know that God blessin' me, so they can't get the best of me
Sometimes he be testin' me, so I perfect my recipe
Cocoa butter cutter, got it crackin' at the crib
We some ghetto boys, nan nigga lackin' where I live
I might ride around my side of town, I'm flexin', feelin' fancy
Just filled up my stomach, I got extra in the pantry
Gettin' top, and winnin' still, no, I don't need no Plan B (No way)
Only give a fuck about my freedom and my family
Ay, ay
One time like (One time like)
Two times like (Two times like)
Ha! Ay
Lemme pile money
[Chorus]
Say let me put you in position for the acquisition of some major paper
I'm just dippin', we ain't even trippin', you could thank me later
Sauce and drippin', ho, I'm finger lickin' servin' different flavors
See me flickin' while I'm chasin' chicken, plottin' on some acres, ay
[Verse 1]
Hol' up
Old school weed sendin' nothin' but some jeez
And a full pack of top papers, 'bout to put some peas in it
Twerk it for me baby, and make surе you put your knees in it
I got leg room, I could prolly fit your knees in it
What y'all know about that country shit from by the rivers is? ('Thеm 'bout that)
Thought I told you colder than the winter out in Winnipeg (All about that)
Poppin' like you better be when you the proper pedigree (Okay, okay)
Blowin' sweet and sour while I'm chewin' on that sesame
Know that God blessin' me, so they can't get the best of me
Sometimes he be testin' me, so I perfect my recipe
Cocoa butter cutter, got it crackin' at the crib
We some ghetto boys, nan nigga lackin' where I live
I might ride around my side of town, I'm flexin', feelin' fancy
Just filled up my stomach, I got extra in the pantry
Gettin' top, and winnin' still, no, I don't need no Plan B (No way)
Only give a fuck about my freedom and my family
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