Letras
Yeah, come on
I don't like to waste time, pay mines
If you want some bread nigga, hit me on that FaceTime
We don't talk on regular phones, they lead to state crimes
Fed time, state time
He ain't into telling, he just told him he gon' wave time
This ain't no AI, gangster
Put it on his waistline
Gave him 40 years 'cause he like shooting from the baseline
I stay down
'Til a young nigga gon' hit his grave sight
Pulled up on my cuzzo, smoked the pound up at the grave site
I need to duck off baby, so let's go take flight
Pulled up on me smelling good, yeah with them grey tights
Slick back baby hairs baby, they looking real nice
H-town one night baby, let's have a trill night
Webbie style
I know you been up in that gym, it's looking heavy now
She be like "Webbie, tuh, I know you ready now"
We out of town, that money counter make heavy sounds
I smell like money, these bitches like when I come around
You know my style, I go get it to that money pile
And afterwards we go eat honey salmon right at Tao
Don't be acting scared of that hustle nigga
We gon' put it together just like a puzzle nigga
It's Webbie