Letras
Too much motion at the spot, I had to switch up the lo
This bitch roll all day, you know my trap never close
In this bitch baggin' up and I ain't talkin' bout bowls
Had to get my hands dirty, damn, money counter broke
I could put ten on your head, but rather go for what I know
Put your ass on the shirt, I ain't makin' no pose
Been in the spot all my life, shit, really all I know
Got the game from my mama, watch her serve the dope
Can't go to sleep, junkies keep knockin' at the door
Missin' plays while in the booth, shit got me mad in the hoe
Yeah, I could front you what you buy, but I'ma need a little more
I remember fuckin' up the profit all on clothes
This that money counter music, niggas go get the dough
Nothing but' cuban links and APs when we walk through the door
Talkin' motion aint had a dub, boy, your trap too slow
You can get some pints of green or you can cop you some bows
Name ringin' everywhere they know who got it for the low
Told Doggy, don't hit my line, he gotta get up from bro
Double Dutch and two plugs, don't know which way to go
Ain't no love in this shit, I need the best price for sure
Ain't talkin' to no middleman, don't hit my line, unless you grow
How the fuck you big , meech you only copping a bowl
Bro in the kitchen right now with his arm in the bowl, he got that shit that you can dip and got the white for your nose
Too much motion at the spot, I had to switch up the load this bitch roll all day, you know my trap never close
In this bitch bagging' up and I ain't talkin' bout bowls
Had to get my hands dirty, damn, money counter broke
I could put ten on your head, but rather go for what I know
Put your ass on the shirt, I ain't makin' no post
Been in the spot all my life, shit, really all I know
Got the game from my mama, watch her serve the dope
Too much motion at the spot, I had to switch up the load
If this bitch roll all day, you know my trap never close
In this bitch bagging' up and I ain't talkin' bout bowls
Had to get my hands dirty, damn, money kinda broke