[Intro]
Sound
XL EAGLE Made It
[Chorus]
Ran up a check and I didn't look back
Don't want your bitch, that hoe was wack
What is you doing? Run up a sack
She want to argue, I won't react
Blow me a 50 and make it right back
I am a player bitch, I am a mack
If it ain't about money
Please don't hit my jack
If it ain't about money, please don't hit my jack (wooh)
Truck presidential, you know it's a lack
I put the north and the gang on my back
She in her feelings, I can't get attached
She on the molly, she about to collapse
I'm from the mud so you know I adapt
You is a bitch, you ain't getting no dap
Got to know my nigga bow and a trap
Might hit the block and shoot me some craps (wooh)
[Verse 1]
Bought me a Gucci fur just for the winter
She want to fuck 'cause a nigga a winner
I could fit about 20 hoes in a sprinter
You are not gang, please do not enter
Why they keep testing me, you know the recipe
Uncle got chickens, I'm talking sesame
It's a necessity, you are not catching me
Thanking the Lord 'cause I know he keep blessing me
Why do you question me, it ain't no flex in me
Pop me an ecstasy, I'm tryna fuck
She try to smoke on the lou and got stuck
Hopped out the beamer and jumped in the truck
New Valentino hoe, these ain't no chucks
That hoe a bird, she just want to get plucked
Bitch I'm on fire, I can't wait to erupt
Most of these rappers gone run out of luck
Sound
XL EAGLE Made It
[Chorus]
Ran up a check and I didn't look back
Don't want your bitch, that hoe was wack
What is you doing? Run up a sack
She want to argue, I won't react
Blow me a 50 and make it right back
I am a player bitch, I am a mack
If it ain't about money
Please don't hit my jack
If it ain't about money, please don't hit my jack (wooh)
Truck presidential, you know it's a lack
I put the north and the gang on my back
She in her feelings, I can't get attached
She on the molly, she about to collapse
I'm from the mud so you know I adapt
You is a bitch, you ain't getting no dap
Got to know my nigga bow and a trap
Might hit the block and shoot me some craps (wooh)
[Verse 1]
Bought me a Gucci fur just for the winter
She want to fuck 'cause a nigga a winner
I could fit about 20 hoes in a sprinter
You are not gang, please do not enter
Why they keep testing me, you know the recipe
Uncle got chickens, I'm talking sesame
It's a necessity, you are not catching me
Thanking the Lord 'cause I know he keep blessing me
Why do you question me, it ain't no flex in me
Pop me an ecstasy, I'm tryna fuck
She try to smoke on the lou and got stuck
Hopped out the beamer and jumped in the truck
New Valentino hoe, these ain't no chucks
That hoe a bird, she just want to get plucked
Bitch I'm on fire, I can't wait to erupt
Most of these rappers gone run out of luck
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