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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Let the BandPlay)
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (yeah)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (yeah)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (yeah, over these bitches, uh)
No, these hoes can't get my dough (can't get my riches)
No, these bitches can't get my dough
Yeah, I'm sippin' on lean by the fours
Get a bag, do a show, then I roll
Yeah, I'm ballin', bitch, you know the score (yeah)
If you're talkin' 'bout money, let's go (let's get it, yeah, let's go)
Lil' nigga, he hot as a stove
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the road
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the go
I see white teeth with diamonds and gold
I see niggas hate me on the low
Fuck that talkin', go 'head, drop the lo'
Fuck that talkin', my nigga, let's go
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (Glizock)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro (bitch), ain't got no friends, just foes (bitch)
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code (bitch)
Nigga, I put money over hoes
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (yeah)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (yeah, fuck these bitches, nigga)
No, these hoes can't get my dough (fuck these bitches)
No, I'll never sell my soul, sell a hoe, before I sell my soul
Sippin' on Tris', ain't catchin' no cold
Middle school, Polo to the floor like Dro
High school, gettin' head, yeah, Amber Cove
Bitch, my heart and my watch froze (yeah)
(What?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (Glizock)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes (bitch)
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code (what?)
Nigga, I put money over hoes
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (yeah)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (can't fuck with these bitches, uh)
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WRITERS
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
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Lyrics © THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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