[Chorus: Shad Da God]
Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour shit up with (Pour up)
Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the fuck shit (Fuck shit)
I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money (Pull up)
God please bless these jewels, need a moment of silence (Silence)
I Gucci my shirt, I fuck with them fabrics
I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet
I fuck that lil bitch, she nut and I pass it
I think I want money before I get the mansion
I'm geeked off a piece of grass in the attic
Still havin' them bags, I'm the bag daddy
I'm reppin' that lifestyle, we living lavish
My nigga we rag to riches like Aladdin
[Verse 1: Shad Da God]
God please bless these jewels, need a moment of silence
I come from pimping, that trapping, that violence
They talk bout the God got more tools than O'Rielly's
I walked in that club, had that bitch round my privates
I finally got paid for these shows, gotta rack it
Can't trust these lil hoes, but I do [?] and pass it
Lil fuck and she bad and she red like Hi-Tec
Little bitch, I slap on her ass
Michael Jack, we really [?] where them racks at
I was plotting with that shit, [?] got a [?]
I don't care about that shit, I'm the type of motherfucker really wanna see you [?]
You can tell my bitch, nigga I don't even need her back
Who she gone vibe with when she wants some playa shit
Givenchy my sock, shoe, playa shit
Pull up at my video shoot, 30 KillTec
And we at the Citgo where we sold crack at
Fill the sink in the apartment with the backend
We keep the trap closed like a casket
Water on me, my AP look like a Patek
Water her pussy, she drip on my satins
I had to fuck that bitch like a savage
Fuck this shit
Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour shit up with (Pour up)
Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the fuck shit (Fuck shit)
I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money (Pull up)
God please bless these jewels, need a moment of silence (Silence)
I Gucci my shirt, I fuck with them fabrics
I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet
I fuck that lil bitch, she nut and I pass it
I think I want money before I get the mansion
I'm geeked off a piece of grass in the attic
Still havin' them bags, I'm the bag daddy
I'm reppin' that lifestyle, we living lavish
My nigga we rag to riches like Aladdin
[Verse 1: Shad Da God]
God please bless these jewels, need a moment of silence
I come from pimping, that trapping, that violence
They talk bout the God got more tools than O'Rielly's
I walked in that club, had that bitch round my privates
I finally got paid for these shows, gotta rack it
Can't trust these lil hoes, but I do [?] and pass it
Lil fuck and she bad and she red like Hi-Tec
Little bitch, I slap on her ass
Michael Jack, we really [?] where them racks at
I was plotting with that shit, [?] got a [?]
I don't care about that shit, I'm the type of motherfucker really wanna see you [?]
You can tell my bitch, nigga I don't even need her back
Who she gone vibe with when she wants some playa shit
Givenchy my sock, shoe, playa shit
Pull up at my video shoot, 30 KillTec
And we at the Citgo where we sold crack at
Fill the sink in the apartment with the backend
We keep the trap closed like a casket
Water on me, my AP look like a Patek
Water her pussy, she drip on my satins
I had to fuck that bitch like a savage
Fuck this shit
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