Smokingskul, Cosznmo - been getting money lyrics
[Smokingskul, Cosznmo - been getting money lyrics]
Grrah, gang, gang gang, slatt, slatt, gang
Slime, slatt, slatt, gang
Uh, slatt, slatt, gang (We love you, Coz)
Call up slime, he gon' sit on that backdoor
I get to kicking in like a trap door
Whole gang eating, yeah, just like a fat ho
Glock make him lay on the
Floor like a mat though
Gave him a two-piece, I'm rocking Popeyes
Brodie want beef? Start serving him Five Guys
Bitch, spin in that Benz
We hop out with five guys
Draco gon' put him to sleep
Make him bye bye
Dr-Draco gon' put him to sleep
Make him night-night glock Mike Tyson
It shoot and then might bite
Send him to God, yeah, we send him to Satan
Chef for a demon, that stick get to baking
He a chicken, we lay him down likе an egg
I get to the cheesе and I get to the bread
We gon' knock on your door like the twelve
Like the feds got the drop on your ho
Now she giving me head
Pop a Perc', I'ma pop me a Xan
Gucci down to the point, I'm the man
XD-45, air it like a fan
Skate on the opps like we sliding in Vans
Skate on the opps and I hit a lil' kickflip
She Korean like Tisa', I hit then I dip, dip
She wet like a faucet, I'm making her drip
Drip mix the Tris' with the Act', I
Might take a lil' sip, sip
Niggas lied, they ain't robbing me
VPN 'cause I think the feds onto me
Serving the junkies, it's good for economy
How am I thirsty when you said you wanted me?
He not a pack? (What?) He 'bout to be
Who in that thing? That's the feds
They gotta be
I keep a stick on me like Harry Potter be
Yeah, I'm off the lean, nigga
Like I'm Rino
Plug got an afro, Childish Gambino
Spin in the hood like we in a casino
New Nike Tech like my name was Chino
Butterfly coupe like my name was Bino
Serving the fiends, even on my PO
I'm at Detroit, feeling like I'm Rio
All that prep and they gon' hip up your tio
Slime, slatt, slatt, gang
Uh, slatt, slatt, gang (We love you, Coz)
Call up slime, he gon' sit on that backdoor
I get to kicking in like a trap door
Whole gang eating, yeah, just like a fat ho
Glock make him lay on the
Floor like a mat though
Gave him a two-piece, I'm rocking Popeyes
Brodie want beef? Start serving him Five Guys
Bitch, spin in that Benz
We hop out with five guys
Draco gon' put him to sleep
Make him bye bye
Dr-Draco gon' put him to sleep
Make him night-night glock Mike Tyson
It shoot and then might bite
Send him to God, yeah, we send him to Satan
Chef for a demon, that stick get to baking
He a chicken, we lay him down likе an egg
I get to the cheesе and I get to the bread
We gon' knock on your door like the twelve
Like the feds got the drop on your ho
Now she giving me head
Pop a Perc', I'ma pop me a Xan
Gucci down to the point, I'm the man
XD-45, air it like a fan
Skate on the opps like we sliding in Vans
Skate on the opps and I hit a lil' kickflip
She Korean like Tisa', I hit then I dip, dip
She wet like a faucet, I'm making her drip
Drip mix the Tris' with the Act', I
Might take a lil' sip, sip
Niggas lied, they ain't robbing me
VPN 'cause I think the feds onto me
Serving the junkies, it's good for economy
How am I thirsty when you said you wanted me?
He not a pack? (What?) He 'bout to be
Who in that thing? That's the feds
They gotta be
I keep a stick on me like Harry Potter be
Yeah, I'm off the lean, nigga
Like I'm Rino
Plug got an afro, Childish Gambino
Spin in the hood like we in a casino
New Nike Tech like my name was Chino
Butterfly coupe like my name was Bino
Serving the fiends, even on my PO
I'm at Detroit, feeling like I'm Rio
All that prep and they gon' hip up your tio