Crock Pot Lyrics

Oooh that's that shit

Money bag music

yea

Weight it up or something

Count it up (count it up)

Run it up (Run it up)

We aint playin

What's the money do

(Keep on callin me, keep on, keep on callin)

Hey, what's that paper do

(It follows me, it keep on callin me, callin, it keep on callin me)

Hey, what's them people do

(They follow me, callin me, yea they following)

Hey, what's that money do

(It follow me, it's callin me, callin me)

It keep on callin

Bitch, I hop up out the whip

Too slick, he drip

Too wavy, cruise ship

He's sick, he spits

Get the party jumpin

Diamond dancing, playing hopscotch

You fuckin' with a pro, can get you smoked

Just like top-notch

All of us on go

You Too slow, we dodging raindrops

Hit him in the soft spot

Then pull off in the drop top

You don't wanna be around

When you hear them thangs pop

What, what

When you hear them thangs pop

Still fuckin' with the same glock

Slides still with no socks

This ain't just a bird lil' homie

It's a whole flock

This ain't that re-rock

Cooked up in a crock pot

This is that straight drop

Can't feel my face, jaw locked

We comin' at you, Southpaw

If any of y'all talk wrong

A band will get you knocked off

100 theyll take your socks dog

Man, that money keep on callin' me

Just like you

Man, that money keep on callin' me

Just like you