They Ad Libbin Young Thug
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[Intro]
(Wheezy beats)
Jeffery
Wheezy beats, ayy
Rock, nigga
Came too far, we ain't goin' back
We up through there, know what I'm sayin'?
No, I'm talkin' 'bout far gone
That way, know what I'm sayin'?
[Chorus]
All I know is go and get it, I'm just gettin' that cash in (Cash, cash)
Tearin' down the world for that cash, ain't you?
Room full of backends, thumb through that cash, nigga (Thumb through that cash, boy)
Shit comin' in plastic
Room full of bad bitches back to back, they adlibbin' (Back to back, they adlibbin')
Back to back, they adlibbin'
Room full of bad bitches back to back, they adlibbin' (Room full of bad hoes)
Back to back, they, uh
[Verse 1]
Cash on delivery, the bad bitches into me (Ayy)
Blowin' on that cash, real clouds like a chimney
Nasty ass hoes tryna complain, but they never eat
I was hearin' about what they was sayin', but they mini-mes
We was tryna ball, we was tryna get it in
What's up with these boys? They life 'bout to end
Tryna front for these broads, catch 'em with them bitches
Then they pull a nigga card, go and take the charge
Need a big homie, then you gotta take the charge
Bought my momma first car from boulevard (Boulevard)
Ayy, gon' shoot the Benz with the Taurus (The Benz with the)
Gon' risk your life like you ain't a artist (Fuck it all)
Niggas act like they want war, door ajar, what you sayin' now?
Park a half a mill' in the garage, what you sayin' now?
I just got a bag of some gas from my man 'nem (Mans)
Go to whammin' and ran there
(Wheezy beats)
Jeffery
Wheezy beats, ayy
Rock, nigga
Came too far, we ain't goin' back
We up through there, know what I'm sayin'?
No, I'm talkin' 'bout far gone
That way, know what I'm sayin'?
[Chorus]
All I know is go and get it, I'm just gettin' that cash in (Cash, cash)
Tearin' down the world for that cash, ain't you?
Room full of backends, thumb through that cash, nigga (Thumb through that cash, boy)
Shit comin' in plastic
Room full of bad bitches back to back, they adlibbin' (Back to back, they adlibbin')
Back to back, they adlibbin'
Room full of bad bitches back to back, they adlibbin' (Room full of bad hoes)
Back to back, they, uh
[Verse 1]
Cash on delivery, the bad bitches into me (Ayy)
Blowin' on that cash, real clouds like a chimney
Nasty ass hoes tryna complain, but they never eat
I was hearin' about what they was sayin', but they mini-mes
We was tryna ball, we was tryna get it in
What's up with these boys? They life 'bout to end
Tryna front for these broads, catch 'em with them bitches
Then they pull a nigga card, go and take the charge
Need a big homie, then you gotta take the charge
Bought my momma first car from boulevard (Boulevard)
Ayy, gon' shoot the Benz with the Taurus (The Benz with the)
Gon' risk your life like you ain't a artist (Fuck it all)
Niggas act like they want war, door ajar, what you sayin' now?
Park a half a mill' in the garage, what you sayin' now?
I just got a bag of some gas from my man 'nem (Mans)
Go to whammin' and ran there
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