Lyrics
My money twerk My money thick
Moving the work Glock got a dick
He try to run up get hit with a switch
And I got all the smoke
I know that boy is a bitch
I'm boutta wake up all the folks
Boutta make that boy a lick
Walk down boutta hit em
Chops out finna get em
Hitting him with a hollow
Hollow tip finna split him
Hey
Ride with a K ride with Glock
I'm getting paid know I got the guap
I'm getting face bitch give me top
Shawty gone run up the neck
She trynna fuck for the check
But I'm in love with the tech
He got a problem
Then I got problem
Let's bring out the guns let's see who the best
See him I'm stopping him
Walk down I'm robbing him
Really be popping this boy in the chest
Go back to LA
Like yeat
He getting wet up
By me
I'm boutta set him up
Know I'm ahead of ya
Know I'm in first and you're in last
My money twerk my money got ass
I hop out the Urus and I'm going fast
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
I hop out the whip yeah
I'm getting rich yeah
I fuck on that bitch yeah
Then give her the kick yeah
Yeah yeah
Told that bitch better leave
I cannot believe
What the Fuck I just see
Take a trip to Belize over seas
I'm boutta hop out the yacht yacht
Getting that money say Yah Yah
You thought it was funny say ha ha
Disappear say ta da
Fuck that bitch she a Thot Thot
And I swear to god
All of the bitches be hot hot
But it's okay cause I got a cup
Bitch got some cake bitch gotta butt
Keeping me laid bitch trynna Fuck
Told her to wait told her what's up
Told her what's up