Tay B - LL Floom lyrics

(Pressure) (Okay Jones)

I just bought a baby mansion
With a three-car garage
I be chillin' with my bitch
I need some head and a massage
Who the fuck you tryna hit? Why
You shootin' in the crowd?
I had to kick him out the hood
He can't come back to the Mile
You can't make twenty thousand
In the streets, Get a job
I counted up my first two hundred thou'
I almost fuckin' cried
All facts, easy money
We be movin' like the mob
I'd rather be rich than famous
It ain't hard to decide
He ain't been on Instagram
I guess his jewelry in the pond
I can score and still make my niggas ball
I'm LeBron thinkin' 'bout my nigga Trap
Really cherish all our timе
I don't never question God
I just wish I can rеwind
She ain't got shit goin'
On, that bitch poor, She just fine
If I leave my bitch the only
Time I'll drop a dime i keep rockin' YSL
My niggas keep callin' me slime
I been pushin' foreign whips before
I learned how to drive
No, I'm not in Atlanta
Still'll make a nigga hide
Bro just alley ooped an opp
I'm 'bout to go and catch a lob
I'm a heartbreak kid
I be feelin' like Delon
Dog rat and I'ma have to
Drop the body before trial
I just gotta make sure that
The judge free the guys
You know I got your mans whacked
Screamin' fuck the other side
I'm MO3 to them niggas
Got them scared to come outside
Caught him on the freeway
I left his ass on the Lodge

Broke niggas on the
Internet sayin' such-and-such
You can't even bring the racks out
Just to fuck it up
I just asked a pretty bitch is
We gon' fuck or what?
The bitch pussy weak, can't even bust a nut
Broke niggas on the
Internet sayin' such-and-such
You can't even bring the racks out
Just to fuck it up
I just asked a pretty bitch is
We gon' fuck or what?
The bitch pussy weak, can't even bust a nut