Lil Boom - Edge & Christian lyrics

Tag team that hoe like Edge and Christian
I was raised off cornbread and chicken
I said what i said and what I said I meant it
My parents let me open the
Presents on Christmas Eve
She don't believe me
Say I cap a lot like Polo G
Don't run up on me, choppa sing, YFN LUCCI
Hey, woah woah woah
I might fuck yo ho and pay her bills
She said you fucked that bitch
And I know you did defeated the internet
I feel like Soldier Kidd

I'm counting this money a lot
Driving that Benz off the lot yo bitch
She giving me neck and I know she a thot
(Woo) whipping this bitch off the pot
Hitting that bitch in a knot
I got a eighth of some dopepack
I put that bitch in a 'gar
Tag team the ho like Matt, Jeff Hardy
Sipping on lean, don't need Bicardi
Big 45, don't need to be gaurded
Just walked in, don't get me started
On the top rope like Rob Van Dame
Bitch, I'm live like Carly and Sam
No Shawn Michaels, bitch got a sweet chin
I'm married to money, I'm finna meet Ben
I'm going forth, give a fuck about fate
You look at the score, bitch
It's eighty to eight
That's yo bitch that wanna take me on a date
Finessing that nigga then go about my day
Don't hit me, don't text me
Don't call up my jack
'Cause if you hit me, bitch
I'm not gone text back
Lil Boom and TEZZO like Kobe and Shaq
My money intact now they wanna react