SPIDER MY HOODIE (REMIX) Lyrics

Big Anaconda, count a whole lotta

Keep me some cash, Hakuna Matata

Whippin the Jag, this not a Mazda

I need some act, who got a doctor?

Who got a problem?

It all depends, who got the choppa?

Rush to the game, fly helicopter

21 foreigns parked at the cabo, we some top shottas

Slide wit a choppa

Pink and Blue diamonds like Cosmo and Wanda

She give me brain, some like a scholar

Slide in the foreign, this shit exotic

Who got a problem?

My bitch she bad, look like a model

We poppin tags, she like go shoppin

In love wit the bag, I'm counting guala

Stay flooding my pockets never at the bottom

CC on me rock Chanel on my collar

She on my dick love to ride it full throttle

Since young I've been juggin and counting up commas

Got 99 issues, money not a problem

Slimey as ever, drip any weather

I hit once then after gotta dead her

Don't try your luck we strapped up with berettas

We both getting money but I do it better

Big Anaconda, count a whole lotta

Keep me some cash, Hakuna Matata

Whippin the Jag, this not a Mazda

I need some act, who got a doctor?

Who got a problem?

It all depends, who got the choppa?

Rush to the game, fly helicopter

21 foreigns parked at the cabo, we some top shottas

Benched like a rookie, Spider my hoodie

Niggas too boogie, we play the bullies

I need a jet, I'm bout to book it

My bitch she bad, hi to her pussy

Throw it in tussies, she won the game but ain't nobody looking

Covered all blue just like nipsey and tookie

I'm wit this hoochie i'm deep in her coochie, we don't eat sushi

Never on time it don't start till it land

Came with my brother he fresh out the can

Pull up on thugger, my mans hunnid grand

Slimey, he spellin out slatt wit his hands

Huh, oh man poured so much wock thought I popped me a Xan

Reach for this chain Ima pop me a nigga

Reaching the top I was stuck in the middle

Don't talk to cops but I'll tell you a riddle

Paid up the lawyer no public defender

Shit get colossal it used to be little

Shit get colossal it used to be little

Rich like a mobster, my exes is bitter

Maybach got pillows I'm done talking pillows

Fly with biscotti ain't nobody sealing

We wit the guys cuz ain't nobody realer

Big Anaconda, count a whole lotta

Keep me some cash, Hakuna Matata

Whippin the Jag, this not a Mazda

I need some act, who got a doctor?

Who got a problem?

It all depends, who got the choppa?

Rush to the game, fly helicopter

21 foreigns parked at the cabo, we some top shottas