Wondering Lyrics

I'm up in my bag now I had love with shawty in the past now

Bro was smokin' mid, now he smokin' gas now Yeah, I'm havin' motion, baby, I'm a cash cow

I'm out here wonderin', baby, why you movin' on

When the bro is down, go get him the upper hand

Scream to the top of her lungs when I put it down

They cut the lights off, I'ma clean it up, ain't talkin' lights off

I can't see too much, nigga, turn the mic up

One brody on top, man, ain't no turnin' mic up

I see you moved on, I keep my head on

You cut my phone and flashed on me, you was dead wrong

She steady askin' me, why you have me lit on

I'm stuck up in my thoughts, but I got my head on

They don't make a sound, pow

That nigga dead up on the ground, uh

Yeah, that's how she sound

Ain't talkin' fight night, we could go about five rounds

I don't wanna be lovers, we could be friends

Knew it was all fake love from the begin

Shawty want the Dixie, I ain't talkin' wind

Told her I want that wild, and she like, when

I ain't trippin', nigga, no way I'm playin' the Smithies

I ain't thumpin' the glass, I pull on the switch

That's for all of them niggas that dissin

My liquor on the block, it's sealin' the rocks

So the niggas just stay on this pivot

Can't wanna play with a stick and a stick

All I need is a big old pistol

I wanna spoil you

Baby, what's your name

I adore you

Come check the brand

O.C. from O.C

Somewhere I ain't never been

These niggas feminine

I hang with some real men

I be with them members

We talk all these niggas, then he get sent up

God gon' be that nigga babysitter

Leave him on his back like a sitter

I'm up in my bag now

I had love with shawty in the past now

Bro was smokin' mint, now he smokin' gas now

Yeah, I'm havin' motion, baby, I'm a cash cow

I'm a cash cow

Baby, I'm a cash cow

And you know that I'm a cash cow

I'm gettin' all these racks now

You know that's a fact now

I'm ridin' in this bag now

Nigga, you get packed now

And you turn into some bags now

You know I gotta keep up game now

Damn, B.T