Out The Way Lyrics

G-g-getting to the money, chasing paper

Fuck a lil' bitch, fuck a hater

Went from ducking Crown Vicks to ducking shutters

Got it out the mud, pussy, out the gutter

Rob me then he toast, don't think it's butter

I be going ghost, Simon Riley when I cut up

You get out the way, nah, won't be no trouble

You get out the way, hell nah, won't be no trouble

I'm a, I'm a real bitch, I like real views

You know San Trope, you know Cancun

Might blast off to the damn moon

You a hothead, I'm too damn cool

Like my damn Jews, my ice he dance too

Hold up, left wrist, right wrist

Praise the Lord, Asap I'm like this

They been trying to clone me, tryna take my likeness

Bum-ass bitch, call this pussy isis

Getting to the money, chasing paper

Fuck it, I'ma blow a bag on something in Decatur

Thought I ordered crumbulé, go get the waiter

I can't do no verses yet, but I'll be down to fade her

All my bills is different greens, shit look like capers

I've been out the way, shit, I ain't never been a hater

Gotta get a bag, adios, see you later

Getting to the money, chasing paper

Fuck a lil' bitch, fuck a hater

Went from ducking Crown Viks to ducking shutters

Got it out the mud, pussy, out the gutter

Rob me then he toast, don't think it's butter

I be going ghost, Simon Riley when I cut up

You get out the way, nah, won't be no trouble

You get out the way, hell nah, won't be no trouble