NBA ft. $antana Lyrics

We got Taylor in this bitch

We got JJ in this bitch

In them feelings, mmm shit well get me off

I been sipping on this syrup, I ain't even got a cough

All my dawgs they call me Milly in this bitch no Millyrock

Might drop a check, put sum VVs in her mouth she talk a lot

Hit the road 808s be banging get to ringing bells

Cognac and them cookies off the hoodie what lil shorty smell

She get freaky work the booty she gone buss it for the scale

It say B.B. on her ass cause I done spanked her with my belt

I know some shorty's doing way too much to pop another xan

I know some shorty's who think they the shit but fold for any man

Grandmas Cookie Thrax we high as fuck I feel like Superman

We in this bitch I turn it up I ask my dawg aye what's the plan

Shorty roll me up that wood of straight Feneto

Need a crazy bitch like Harley Quinn she call me Jared Leto

Balling hard and putting O's up on my back they call me Melo

Drippy fellow, I been dripping like we roasting them Marshmallow's

Secure the bag, uhh skrt, I put it on

There ain't no love that's how I feel do what you want cant do me wrong

Hit my dawg Santana serving customers like Jimmy Johns

She ain't never popped a molly she gone think it's fentanyl

I need riches uh posted up I got an image

He talkin loud I got Santana he gone slide some switches

Ain't look for drama if there's solving pull it out my breaches

Might pop a pill foreal I feel like Popeye off the spinach

Bathing Ape is on my shoulder

Hit Santana serving nuggets in this bitch like Michael Porter

Circle closed, don't leave it open like Ray Allen in the corner

So many duckets in this bitch lil shorty thought I was hoarder

Never mind we moving forward

I need what's rolling for the half

A benny for the O

I'll meet you at the corner store I'll serve you anywhere you want

Niggas mad pocket watching I'm doing everything they don't

Inna bag Louie, Prada, remember back when I was broke

NBA never broke again

Shoutout Scoota Joe Fazoe my motherfucking twin

I'm in L.A but hit the H straight to the trap again

I feel like UPS delivering all these packages been doing this since activist

Baby I don't do the feelings

Yeah I'm a Rockstar, cock hard, Smith n Wesson tucked in the chrome hearts

Bad bitch wanna fuck, Ain't taking no parts

Slide me Becky then I hit the road that's when the show start

I been going ham that's why yo mans picked up the beef

But we out in them streets yo mans been chillin 6 feet deep

We don't play about two things yeah that money and Malik

We ain't typing out no tweets keep it all up in them streets

Yeah I been on, that's why they going broke

They tried to tax me for the bow, I did better solo

Hugh Hefner with the poles I keep a couple on the low

Niggas went and broke the code I stood ten toes, never told

Bagman nigga keep a sac in hand nigga

Big P's too loud grab a trash bag nigga yeah

Milly what you on, get in the booth another song

We ain't gone stop till money long

I'm with my brothers right or wrong