392 Hemi

[Intro]
Uh
We been gettin' to the cash, ain't got time for nothin' else (Yeah)
(Hollo) We been gettin' to the cash, ain't got time for nothin' else
If it ain't 'bout money, can wait
Bitch, ayy, if it ain't 'bout money, can wait (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Roll up a 'Wood, yeah, I'm smoking the greatest
Rockin' Off-White, now they thinkin' I'm racist
If this shit ain't 'bout paper, ain't no conversation
I'm rockin' Dior cologne, the bitch diggin' my fragrance
I was sellin' three-fives out my grandmama basement
I was hidin' the zips in my grandmama vases
Been knew how to get money, bitch, go and ask Raven
You don't know who that is, bitch, that's my big sister
Osama get out, give them racks to my nigga
Homeboys ain't no dykes, still givе straps to my niggas
Ayy, know that ass real, that shit clap when it jiggle
Shit was alrеady sold when I vacuum and sealed it
Put up the racks and go buy me a building
Whole gang gon' have land, bitch, I got bigger visions
Really got paper, come see how I'm living
'Fore I leave, give my mama a million, do you feel me?

[Chorus]
Ayy, servin' grams on that corner, bitch, meet me on Tillmans
Gettin' into movies, I catch an opp and I'm filmin'
Rockin' ice with your bitch and we chillin'
I said we spinnin', 392, this a hemi
Took her back home and I pulled out her inches
Came with a knife, you would think we were fencing
Go get a 41 Rollie, feel like Dirk Nowitski

[Verse 2]
Go get a check like I work at Winn Dixie
Wide-body Charger, no way you can miss me
Rocks in her watch, got that shit there from Tiffany's
Dior on my laces, my sneakers be crispy
Grab me a I and I flip it, a gymnast
Can you smell what I'm cookin'? It's rock in my kitchen
Work me a bitch, got her washin' my dishes
Push on the button, it's gon' start the ignition
Turn an opp to a veggie, no squash, is you trippin'?
Purple pint of the Wocky, I'm sippin'
Messy bitch got the tea, I nicknamed the ho Lipton
Gettin' rid of the weight, bitch, we liftin'
Got the gas, then send me a snippet
Before I buy, gotta see if it's pissy
Bitch, I'm still loaded, got cases that's pending
And I'm rockin' designer, I used to be dingy
Now it's Balenci'

[Chorus]
Ayy, servin' grams on that corner, bitch, meet me on Tillmans
Gettin' into movies, I catch an opp and I'm filmin'
Rockin' ice with your bitch and we chillin'
I said we spinnin', 392, this a hemi
Took her back home and I pulled out her inches
Came with a knife, you would think we were fencing
Go get a 41 Rollie, feel like Dirk Nowitski, do you feel me?
Ayy, servin' grams on that corner, bitch, meet me on Tillmans
Gettin' into movies, I catch an opp and I'm filmin'
Rockin' ice with your bitch and we chillin'
I said we spinnin', 392, this a hemi
Took her back home and I pulled out her inches
Came with a knife, you would think we were fencing
Go get a 41 Rollie, feel like Dirk Nowitski