6obby, Moors bouges - dont hit my line lyrics
[6obby, Moors bouges - dont hit my line lyrics]
I've just been chasing this guap
I show no love to these thots
Money is my only friend
And I love the way that she talks
I love the way that they doubt
I love the way that they hate
They said that I won't be shit
I told 'em just wait
Got a lot on my plate got a lot on my mind
If you aren't talking cash
You're wasting my time
So don't hit my line got a lot on my plate
Got a lot on my mind
If you aren't talking cash
You're wasting my time
So don't hit my line
That's gold on my neck
Got some ice on my wrist
People talk about me
I'm not worried bout that shit
Worry bout my dollar
'cause I ain't got much to give
Yeah, I got this Bape, but you
Know I worked for it, ayy
Smokin this dank
'cause I'm feelin so stressed
Anxiety attacks always gettin my best
Say that she love me, but fuck with my set
Girl, you a ho and I can't fuck with that
Pourin' some pints in the back of the cruise
Doin 120, like nothin' to lose
All of the bills that I got, they be blue
Say that you feel me, but ain't got a clue
Bape on my jacket and Bape on my shoes
Catch me in black
Smokin' dope with my dudes
Darren and Alex be smokin some boof
We are day ones, and we'll always stay true
I shout to my homies and all of my crew
The bud is so green and is sticky like glue
Then we switch over and get in the coupe
Pick up some bitches, you know we gon' screw
Gucci my belt with some
Snakes and some flames
Can't hit my line 'cause you
Know you a fake
Don't hit my line 'cause you
Know you a lame
I'm out like three strikes, yeah
I'm out of this game
Got a lot on my plate got a lot on my mind
If you aren't talking cash
You're wasting my time
So don't hit my line don't hit my line
I show no love to these thots
Money is my only friend
And I love the way that she talks
I love the way that they doubt
I love the way that they hate
They said that I won't be shit
I told 'em just wait
Got a lot on my plate got a lot on my mind
If you aren't talking cash
You're wasting my time
So don't hit my line got a lot on my plate
Got a lot on my mind
If you aren't talking cash
You're wasting my time
So don't hit my line
That's gold on my neck
Got some ice on my wrist
People talk about me
I'm not worried bout that shit
Worry bout my dollar
'cause I ain't got much to give
Yeah, I got this Bape, but you
Know I worked for it, ayy
Smokin this dank
'cause I'm feelin so stressed
Anxiety attacks always gettin my best
Say that she love me, but fuck with my set
Girl, you a ho and I can't fuck with that
Pourin' some pints in the back of the cruise
Doin 120, like nothin' to lose
All of the bills that I got, they be blue
Say that you feel me, but ain't got a clue
Bape on my jacket and Bape on my shoes
Catch me in black
Smokin' dope with my dudes
Darren and Alex be smokin some boof
We are day ones, and we'll always stay true
I shout to my homies and all of my crew
The bud is so green and is sticky like glue
Then we switch over and get in the coupe
Pick up some bitches, you know we gon' screw
Gucci my belt with some
Snakes and some flames
Can't hit my line 'cause you
Know you a fake
Don't hit my line 'cause you
Know you a lame
I'm out like three strikes, yeah
I'm out of this game
Got a lot on my plate got a lot on my mind
If you aren't talking cash
You're wasting my time
So don't hit my line don't hit my line