[Chorus: Toohda Band$]
Nigga, I been wok dropping, Neiman shopping, road running
Had to slime a nigga, left his nose running
Only time I excercise is when I'm fucking on your woman
I ain't running from a thing, chop fully with a hundred
[Verse 1: Toohda Band$]
[?] we tryna pop a nigga pumpkin
Ain't no shortage over here, the whole squad getting money
You can tell I'm eating good, bitches say I'm getting chubby
I ain't even touch your bitch, she just like I look like money
In the trenches where it's dark, I wear my chains to make it sunny
[?] we just know [?]
[?] without the seel, I shake my head cause he a dummy
I ain't never chasing bitches, I'm too busy chasing money
Chains dancing, Roli bussing, we ain't faking
Glock on me, I got choppers in the basement
Catch an opp, we let him drop, it ain't no waiting
[?] money than you basic
Drunk [?] because I bought it just to taste it
I was taught that nigga tried to run, you better go and chase him
I done made a lotta thousands, on my grannie, ain't no faking
Niggas pillow talk forever, when they see me, they don't say shit
Caught his bitch looking at my wrist, and made his face twitch
Any beef I got, I'm dropping 50 to erase it
I know some real killers, broad day, you get your face hit
Doing a hundred, tryna switch the lane, I [?]
Nigga, I been wok dropping, Neiman shopping, road running
Had to slime a nigga, left his nose running
Only time I excercise is when I'm fucking on your woman
I ain't running from a thing, chop fully with a hundred
[Verse 1: Toohda Band$]
[?] we tryna pop a nigga pumpkin
Ain't no shortage over here, the whole squad getting money
You can tell I'm eating good, bitches say I'm getting chubby
I ain't even touch your bitch, she just like I look like money
In the trenches where it's dark, I wear my chains to make it sunny
[?] we just know [?]
[?] without the seel, I shake my head cause he a dummy
I ain't never chasing bitches, I'm too busy chasing money
Chains dancing, Roli bussing, we ain't faking
Glock on me, I got choppers in the basement
Catch an opp, we let him drop, it ain't no waiting
[?] money than you basic
Drunk [?] because I bought it just to taste it
I was taught that nigga tried to run, you better go and chase him
I done made a lotta thousands, on my grannie, ain't no faking
Niggas pillow talk forever, when they see me, they don't say shit
Caught his bitch looking at my wrist, and made his face twitch
Any beef I got, I'm dropping 50 to erase it
I know some real killers, broad day, you get your face hit
Doing a hundred, tryna switch the lane, I [?]
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