Intro (Quarantine)

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(Boy yo mama did not name you Cash)

{VERSE}
Yeah, you know i feel different when i’m on that liquor
My girl in the back tryna get new prescriptions
I dirtied the pot told my sis wash the dishes
We on quarantine aww
Long as niggas smoke weed
Imma still get them digits
Nanna moved from the 7th to Gentilly
But for some reason still have yet to visit
I just got a whole load full of low bows
Now i just need a addy to send em
No this ain’t no gas
More close to the midget
Old heads in the hood don’t even really be tripping
Niggas ain’t solid before the coronavirus
I was already keeping my distancе
And before the rapping thе jocing was going viral
They gon’ question the trap in my lyrics, yea
I spent some racks on my gear
I make them racks disappear, uh
I’m chasing after the millions
You chasing cat cause you weird, ooh
Seventeen i had crashed the Jag
It was black peanut butter interior
Wait, my bitch on my line and she furious
I hate when that hoe on her period
Ooh I hate when i’m thinking a nigga my potna
But he really fake like veneers, ooh
10 racks going have her visit the doctor
To add her some cake in the rear, yea
That’s cause that hoe misguided
Peep a lot of shit but i just sit quiet
Crazy how niggas get rich off of vegetables
Wasted my time with that plug in Temecula
Don’t need no clouted bitch they be too extra
I like me a bitch with a brain that act regular
20 pounds of that flower, hmm
Float it myself i did not get a peddler
Need that bread don’t do this to be cool
Felt offended when JP asked if i was a mule
Damn near ratted on myself tryna pop shit
No this ain’t another nigga work this my shit, uh

{HOOK}
Getting money shit not a option
Treat a thot bitch like a object
I like trapping not robbing
But keep a jack boy as a sidekick, ooh
I see that cap through my third eye
Bitch i feel like i’m a psychic
Uh, all the blunts stuffed with 3.5s
And the cups dirty yeah they trifling
Getting money shit not a option
Treat a thot bitch like a object
I- I like trapping not robbing
But keep a jack boy as a sidekick
I see that- I see that cap through my third eye
B- Bitch i feel like i’m a psychic
All the blunts stuffed with 3.5s
And the cups dirty cups trifling

{VERSE 2}
Yea, pay for that huh
No i won’t ever want pay for that huh
Won’t even want drive a long way for that huh
Probably won’t even stay up late for that huh
Packing shipping and selling and blazing that huh
That shit made me a felon that’s crazy, that’s crazy
I walk right in the trap like that bitch got invaded
And walk right in her mouth her neck loose like a baby
Crushing it, I do not know what a budget is
Don’t know me don’t call me my government
Niggas dick pullers yanking and tugging it
Niggas shit talkers we the ones flushing it
See them foreigns bae we the ones punching them
Shawty broke now cause they shut the clubbing down
She ain’t DM back but i bet the money make her come around

{HOOK 2}
Getting money shit not a option
Treat a thot bitch like a object
I like trapping not robbing
But keep a jack boy as a sidekick, ooh
I see that cap through my third eye
Bitch i feel like i’m a psychic
Uh, all the blunts stuffed with 3.5s
And the cups dirty yeah they trifling