Wendy Williams ft. DaeMoney Lyrics

(WRLDTOURMAFIA)

Get to running shit down

Cornballs finished real niggas back in style

Before I graduated Nigga had his cap and gown

I just rolled a eight exotic woods bigger than black and milds

I ain't petty with this dog shit you know I pass it out

Heard he crashing out

Gang hit her she got passed around

He was laughing first

ARs hit his ass who laughing na

Thumbing through it fast popped the rubber band and lost my count

Getting real racks I just laugh checking my account

I don't got no opps and if you out here finished you don't count

I'm in Louis off a xan what I spent don't know the amount

If I want it imma sip it I ain't never had a drought

Everybody gangsta now niggas sell they soul for clout

Shit I'm rich right na selling everything out

Call ky solid carter throw it to him bang it out

I got wocky color 50s nigga I can't change you out

Ain't no need to hit the field shit around foreal I'll get you dropped

Heard he cuffed a thot kinda understand got perfect top

I just blew a dub on drank this year really should've bought a watch

I can't stall you out

Ain't no stopping Mex he walk shit down

Ain't a day I don't get busy

Get fresh I don't get crispy

Just killed a four drop another deuce when it get empty

I'm on the road

Swerving doing racks in every city

You know we rock out shows the fans on go they singing with us

I'm higher than I'm suppose to be

Fours up in a simply

All these niggas hoes to me

Williams Wendy

Thousand dollar street wear don't care about no fendi I'm cool till I'm not so

Please don't tempt me

If we ain't fucking I ain't got no homegirls ain't friendly

We walking down and choppin shit up call it jet li

I took a pint and brought a eight just to jump some jet skis

Oh that's yo girl I text her crazy like give me neck pleaseee