[Intro]
She ain't got nothin' on
She ain't got nothin' on her thong, she ain't got nothin' on
You hear me? yeah baby
103 with the rest of these jams, I might snatch a foreign
[Chorus]
Streets say you take too long, Skola what you doin'?
My hoes say you take too long, boy can you come on?
If she ain't got on a thong, she ain't got nothin' on
103 with the rest of these jams, I might snatch a foreign
Life of a Shinner, I'm 'bout to drop
I know niggas in bandos that can't wait to cop
Stack up that money, lay low, and let it rot
Stack up that money, lay low, and just let it rot
[Verse 1]
Stack up that money, lay low
My stacks are taller than Legos
Ain't got no time for no fake woes
I'm tryna get to them pesos
Catchin' that lean by the caseload
Taco, he gon' get the case closed
Sour come, baby we get low
Pour up that red and I sip slow, sip slow
Forty thousand cash on me bitch, few shows
Big face Rollie on my wrist, too froze
Soon as lil mama seen the kid, she chose
Your girlfriend head the bomb
I think she deserve a charm
She know I got racks and they long
Shooters on deck, in the cut
Nigga play games, he gone
Just bought a half pint of red
One two liter, it's gone
She ain't got nothin' on
She ain't got nothin' on her thong, she ain't got nothin' on
You hear me? yeah baby
103 with the rest of these jams, I might snatch a foreign
[Chorus]
Streets say you take too long, Skola what you doin'?
My hoes say you take too long, boy can you come on?
If she ain't got on a thong, she ain't got nothin' on
103 with the rest of these jams, I might snatch a foreign
Life of a Shinner, I'm 'bout to drop
I know niggas in bandos that can't wait to cop
Stack up that money, lay low, and let it rot
Stack up that money, lay low, and just let it rot
[Verse 1]
Stack up that money, lay low
My stacks are taller than Legos
Ain't got no time for no fake woes
I'm tryna get to them pesos
Catchin' that lean by the caseload
Taco, he gon' get the case closed
Sour come, baby we get low
Pour up that red and I sip slow, sip slow
Forty thousand cash on me bitch, few shows
Big face Rollie on my wrist, too froze
Soon as lil mama seen the kid, she chose
Your girlfriend head the bomb
I think she deserve a charm
She know I got racks and they long
Shooters on deck, in the cut
Nigga play games, he gone
Just bought a half pint of red
One two liter, it's gone
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