Peter Pan Lyrics

Getting to the money like I'm Peter Pan

Shawty Lo, I'm the man

Big stacks talking rubber bands

Got to get it in my empty hands

Getting to the money like I'm Peter Pan

Shawty Lo, I'm the man

Big stacks talking rubber bands

Got to get it in my, empty hands

Okay, I'm straight move in a major way

Hustle, hustle Ben franks in my face

Day dreaming how can I get away, how can I get away?

House on a hill champagne on chill

Model type broad only wearing heels

Okay, I'm fine get back to the grind

Expensive taste, wine and dine

Phat ass peach emoji sign

Yea, my brothers do it big

Couple dread heads keep it lit

Ten years, doing it

Gave my heart to the game

Kept it real with myself ain't 'bout the fame

Tearing down your block man

Reporting live from Atlanta Gucci Mane

Getting to the money like I'm Peter Pan

Shawty Lo, I'm the man

Big stacks talking rubber bands

Got to get it in my empty hands

Getting to the money like I'm Peter Pan

Shawty Lo, I'm the man

Big stacks talking rubber bands

Got to get it in my, empty hands

Okay, I'm fine nothing like the summer time

Lil baby won't you be mine?

Other brothers they just telling lies

Knock it out the park, Barry Bonds

Oh my, the don in the booth man

Got you rocking out, Jigga man

Hands in the air like you innocent

I said move 'cause I'm running shit

Ain't another brother doing this

Call me Tyga bitch I'm the shit

Going ham in the mosh pit

Call me Checker Fred or Clark Kent

I'ma problem got to deal with it

Sleeping, sleeping on me like I'm cool with it

Told you that the summers mine

I got next you got to get in line

Getting to the money like I'm Peter Pan

Shawty Lo, I'm the man

Big stacks talking rubber bands

Got to get it in my empty hands

Getting to the money like I'm Peter Pan

Shawty Lo, I'm the man

Big stacks talking rubber bands

Got to get it in my, empty hands