Letras
Poppin' my shit
And it couldn't get more realer
I'm keeping my business
On my scrilla
I can't give a fuck
About no nigga
I rock all my jewelry
Like Dope Dealers
Baby gon pop it
She done with broke niggas
I like her I want her
I go get her
I'm lovin the way that
Ya ass sit up
Remember you down
You gon get up
I been steady makin that
Dough too
Doin this shit like I'm 'posed to
Passin it to my bro too
I love it when my bitch
Get dough too
I don't wana let you
Go boo
I'm talkin to the money
Not you
Cause I kno you would leave
My side too
If I didn't keep it real
Like I do
Gotta run it up all week
Even up in my sleep
I been up on my grind too
I ain't for the conversation
If it ain't payin
I don't got time fool
Don't come thru here playin'
Ima be sprayin
And we gon slide too
Yo bitch out of hand
Fuck is you sayin'
You just my side boo
You trippin' lil baby
You kno better
I'm keeping my distance
From broke niggas
Most of these niggas
Be too bitter
They want you to come
And be broke with em
I got a lil mo'
A lil mo' getter
Go get you some dough
And Get dough with us (umm)
Ain't bout the money
We can't click up, No
My neck like a lighter
The bitch lit up
Poppin' my shit
And it couldn't get more realer
I'm keeping my business
On my scrilla
I can't give a fuck
About no nigga
I rock all my jewelry
Like Dope Dealers
Baby gon pop it
She done with broke niggas
I like her I want her