[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Devil keep tryna take my soul but nigga I ain't going
Cash AP got the beats out here
[Chorus]
Devil keep tryna take my soul but nigga I ain't going
Nigga just way too solid, that's why I can't be broke
Comin' for all y'all necks, I'm puttin' you pussy boys on notice
Yeah, nigga, yeah
'Bout to run it up, let's get the bucks my nigga, we on it
Counted a couple G's this morning
Next to a chick with double D's on her
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, nigga, yeah
She say it's way too hot in Follies and it's still snowing
[Verse 1]
Fuck out my face, talkin' that ra-ra shit, nigga
Giving these niggas grace, you better thank God lil nigga
Who you think you playin' wit'? You better think hard lil nigga
Think this shit a game? We got a all-star team with us
People gon' know my name like it's a name tag on nigga
Flyer than a plane in this off-white cream linen
You ain't seen a thing, shit I'm 'bout to get more ignant
Niggas love to hate, they got so pissed when I shitted
Yeah, baby don't know my name, she know my face and yeah she wit' it
I might hit it then I ditch it, send that bitch into the abyss
She think I'm a hubby and I think that we ain't nothin'
Baby, we just buddies, tell me why the fuck you buggin'?
Pulled up in a coupe, we was just riding in a bucket
Made it from the bottom, shit was not sunny on ducat
Got a lot of problems that cannot be solved with money
Rockin' yellow gold chains on, lookin' like [?]
CashMoneyAP
Devil keep tryna take my soul but nigga I ain't going
Cash AP got the beats out here
[Chorus]
Devil keep tryna take my soul but nigga I ain't going
Nigga just way too solid, that's why I can't be broke
Comin' for all y'all necks, I'm puttin' you pussy boys on notice
Yeah, nigga, yeah
'Bout to run it up, let's get the bucks my nigga, we on it
Counted a couple G's this morning
Next to a chick with double D's on her
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, nigga, yeah
She say it's way too hot in Follies and it's still snowing
[Verse 1]
Fuck out my face, talkin' that ra-ra shit, nigga
Giving these niggas grace, you better thank God lil nigga
Who you think you playin' wit'? You better think hard lil nigga
Think this shit a game? We got a all-star team with us
People gon' know my name like it's a name tag on nigga
Flyer than a plane in this off-white cream linen
You ain't seen a thing, shit I'm 'bout to get more ignant
Niggas love to hate, they got so pissed when I shitted
Yeah, baby don't know my name, she know my face and yeah she wit' it
I might hit it then I ditch it, send that bitch into the abyss
She think I'm a hubby and I think that we ain't nothin'
Baby, we just buddies, tell me why the fuck you buggin'?
Pulled up in a coupe, we was just riding in a bucket
Made it from the bottom, shit was not sunny on ducat
Got a lot of problems that cannot be solved with money
Rockin' yellow gold chains on, lookin' like [?]
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