Letras
Milli Vanilli SB's with the dread laces
Tell her I got somewhere to be if the head's basic
I've been moving like I caught a couple Fed cases
You've been moving like you wrote a couple Fed statements
Welcome to Florida
We see money, then chase it
Where everybody's either cooling
Or they're dead racist
Dead faces
Usually where my head space is
She's getting real athletic with me
This bed's spacious
Asked my OG what I needed
And he said 'patience'
Cause I be feeling like it's taking forever
Lost some folks and I was hoping
We could make it together
Making sure there's dollar signs
In every basic endeavor, for real
All I wanna do is fuck and make bands
I'm in my bag
Every night me and my duffle make plans
They might lock you up
If you don't put enough in their hands
I want it all nigga
I don't got no uncles named Sam
Thirty thousand tax free
And I'm a make it shake
I need… thirty thousand tax free
And I'ma make it shake
Thirty thousand tax free
I'ma make it shake
Them OGs ain't gonna let me
Make the same mistakes
$30K and it's tax free
With a dirty K in the back seat
Dap me and you can tell
I'll be right there
Where all the cash be
Lap me, never that B
Black G spinning the wheels
I know my ex see me she's salty
That bitch probably still in her feels
I'm still in the field reaping the weeds
All of the smoke that's coming to me
All of this money that's coming to me
Keep it a hundred you fucking with me
I know that these niggas wanna see me dead
Or doin fed but I'm up now
Gettin this bread
And staying fed
Thirty bands tax free
Had to kill it and make it shake
Harlem shaking all at your wake
Kiss your mother all on her face
All this gas ain't ever brake a day in my life
You're fucking up
If you ain't gettin paid every day of your life
This the price
It ain't my fault I'm this nice
Thirty thousand tax free
And I'm a make it shake
I need… thirty thousand tax free
And I'ma make it shake
Thirty thousand tax free
I'ma make it shake
Them OGs ain't gonna let me
Make the same mistakes