letra de out the way - 11:45
if you ain’t f-cking wit me get the f-ck up out my way
if you ain’t talkin money i ain’t got nothing say
i’m all about my paper yah i’m all bout my pay
i’m dripping in designer yah i’m drippin everyday
if it ain’t bout the guap, boi
get out the way
40 make it hot, boi
thats everyday
talking to the money i said
let’s get away
now i’m married to the fetty ya she
my fiance
i put my hands together i begin to pray
no i cannot stay here, no i cannot stay
i need guap, i need the guap, i need the pay
getting money yeah it’s in my dna
pullin up n stuntin a motherf-ckin abundance
of hunnids in my department i pop the brake
n i park it
i’m up just like an apartment
n drillin it like a sergeant
feel my kicks just like a spartan
givenchy the gucci garments
she make it shake like an earthquake
im off a pill and a percy
i take a case to the face and i’m feeling ready for workin
my sh-t be bumpin like birthday
and 40 fly like a birdie
i’m with 3 tens like its thirty
n they know how to get dirty
big racks stuffin out my pants like a m-ffin
cook a dozen yah im hot ya i’m fresh out the oven
i’m wit your cousin ya she superbad i call her mclovin
ain’t no discussion ya, i spray her down like no russian
if you ain’t f-cking wit me get the f-ck up out my way
if you ain’t talkin money i ain’t got nothing say
i’m all about my paper yah i’m all about my pay
i’m dripping in designer yah i’m drippin everyday
if it ain’t bout the guap, boi
get out the way
40 make it hot, boi
thats everyday
talking to the money i said
let’s get away
now i’m married to the fetty ya she
my fiance
girl i got the banz incomin
yup you could tell that i’m up to somethin
wanna put her feet up in the money
i just wanna bow chicka wow that hunny
i could never jog i run it
yung boi gettin buddy buddy with the money
all my sh-t jump like bungee
11:45 leveled up jumanji
stop drop and roll
b-tch i’m on fire
i’m burnt out like a nascar tire
neva been higher
drip my attire
sucking on my d-ck ya like a vampire
ya smoking on spinach no popeye
i be so high i’m cross eyed
ya 11:45 going clockwise
straight to the top ya you know we ain’t c-ckeyed
40 want all a the cheeze and i get it so quick then i blow like a breeze ya
runnin the hive like a bee i’m not lookin for honey i’m lookin for queens ya
grab the patek and i peace
lookin for war then i’m ready to feast
won’t be surprised when the devil come for me cuz i am the mark of the beast
if you ain’t f-cking wit me get the f-ck up out my way
if you ain’t talkin money i ain’t got nothing say
i’m all about my paper yah i’m all about my pay
i’m dripping in designer yah i’m drippin everyday
if it ain’t bout the guap, boi
get out the way
40 make it hot, boi
thats everyday
talkin to the money i said
let’s get away
now i’m married to the fetty ya she
my fiance
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