letra de up - sha mula
[verse 1]
i’m talkin’ 24/7
imma wake up ten o’clock
and get that money by eleven
when yo’ b-tch be on my d-ck
she see that .40 by my belly
you can see it in my face
i look like money in my self, yeah
gon be the realest sh-t i ever smoked
smokin’ all these n-gg-s to the face
and i don’t never choke
pizzaria, b-tch
when i’m on that cheese
i’m like oregano
when i went to wonderland i bring the heat
like it ain’t never snow
if a n-gg- talkin’ sh-t i got that walking stick
if a n-gg- want some beef, i f-ck around
and stick a fork in it
in the morning, b-tch i’m lookin’ for a bag
i be stalkin’ it
if n-gg-’s out here lookin’ like a hoop
i shoot the ball in him, yeah
i ain’t on no regular sh-t
i bet this b-tch gon’ ride my d-ck
she ‘bout to pedal this sh-t
i’m wearing gold around my neck
like it’s a medal and sh-t
i’m gettin’ green, i’m like the hulk
on some incredible sh-t
[chorus]
they don’t know me though
i let my shawty ride me like a rodeo
she ride me like a ford
she be driven like a sokio
prolly eat the p-ssy
prolly make her catch the holy ghost
i got a slim b-tch, thick b-tch
and a boney hoe, yeah
this is what i really do
water on my neck, this sh-t be lookin’ like a mini pool
f-ckin’ up my bread
i use my money to get ready-u
my shooters in yo’ house
n-body livin’ in the living room
[verse 2]
n-gg-, f-ck that talking
pull them .40s out
imma find out where you live and bring them shooters at your shawty house
thirty b-tches pull up to the crib
it’s like a h-rny house
f-cked the b-tch and never called her back
that’s what i’m sorry ‘bout (sorry)
i said i’m doin’ em dirty
i got my shawties like beyonce
i got my shooters like curry
i’m on it, yeah
i gotta do what i’m doin’
i got some haters that be hatin’
and some shooters that’s shootin’
i got some n-gg-s that’ll pull up with some hoodies and ruggers
in the school of hard knocks
‘bout to bully the students (’bout to bully)
n-gg- sayin’ he the best
then n-gg-, you gotta prove it
i got the bag and i got b-tches on my d-ck like a pubic
double gang, the money gang!
[verse 3]
i’m talkin’ 24/7
imma wake up ten o’clock
and get that money by eleven
when yo’ b-tch be on my d-ck
she see that .40 by my belly
you can see it in my face
i look like money in my self, yeah
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