[Intro: Z Money]
Yeah
DY Krazy
[Verse 1: Z Money]
Forgi' got the detail, my bitch, she want a kid
The vert, it color seasick, I see it and I need it
Like I came with no wishes, I'm dripped, I'm Dior-'pedic
Get richer than a deacon, make sixty in an evening
Hit your block, shots fired, heated
My dope ties got me greedy
12 call me, caught amnesia
Your bitch is not a keeper
Five hundred bags of reefer
It got her usin' Deezer
Young nigga made a comeback
Yeah, I made her run back
Don't go inside no bars, all my cars cost a dub sack
Pull out the garage, four-five for my arm set
Bitch, don't even look up, lil' ho, you ain't done yet
'Bout to do a cook-up, wrist froze from the last check
[Chorus: Z Money]
She know just how we bomin', a lot of pretty hundreds
New vert'll hurt your stomach, my wrist four hundred hundred
My wrist like two new squares, just so you aware
Act stupid, boy, I dare, your ass get left right here
Yeah
DY Krazy
[Verse 1: Z Money]
Forgi' got the detail, my bitch, she want a kid
The vert, it color seasick, I see it and I need it
Like I came with no wishes, I'm dripped, I'm Dior-'pedic
Get richer than a deacon, make sixty in an evening
Hit your block, shots fired, heated
My dope ties got me greedy
12 call me, caught amnesia
Your bitch is not a keeper
Five hundred bags of reefer
It got her usin' Deezer
Young nigga made a comeback
Yeah, I made her run back
Don't go inside no bars, all my cars cost a dub sack
Pull out the garage, four-five for my arm set
Bitch, don't even look up, lil' ho, you ain't done yet
'Bout to do a cook-up, wrist froze from the last check
[Chorus: Z Money]
She know just how we bomin', a lot of pretty hundreds
New vert'll hurt your stomach, my wrist four hundred hundred
My wrist like two new squares, just so you aware
Act stupid, boy, I dare, your ass get left right here
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