This That Lyrics

Roll lil blunt this that chill vibe

I got a lil bitch in the front

Two hoes in the back

They don't even smoke

But in this car you catch a contact

This spaceship she can lay back

What's in my cup won't say that

Designer everything but it's mismatched

One hand on the wheel other one in her cat

I spit fire oh no that's crack

Tryna get high come play this back

We not equal our money don't match

Niggas be broke tryna sit back but you gotta attack

On the race to the M's think bout it get chills

Without money I'm ill

I get sick for real a terrible feel I be pimping still

My bitches be real no makeup no heels

We listen to Tems

Get money I grin wanna get it again

Again and again that's the mood that I'm in

Ayy she keep it wet that's the pool that I'm

in

I can turn her from a 8 to a 10

I got her mad to keep losing I win

Ballin a must above the rim better solo

I'm not moving with them

Music a vibe from the start to the end

Nobody better the mood that I'm in

Get money get money again and again

Pass my punt get high as I want

When you the plug

Tryna get tough bullets fill him up

It'll go up it'll get stuck chasing this paper

I get a rush your team ain't no shit

Y'all need a sub say you a gangster oh really What hood Raise on the block go back

I'm good I don't talk about it no more I do it

Up all game fourth quarter you blew it

Everybody know a real shooter go shoot it Shorty thick as hell wanna see whats to it

We be up no snoozing

About to get lit through music

Got bad bitches with the movement

We don't step on shit we run through it

This that uh hit it with that ooh

Chain light up this whole damn room

High off Mars might fly to the moon

I need a beat from Metro Boom this that ooh Hit it with the ooh high off shrooms like turn

cartoon

Bad lil bitch get her naked real soon

Creative with the sound might hit

a lil tune

On the race to the M's think about it get chills without money

I'm ill I get sick for real a terrible feel

I be pimpin' still my bitches be real no makeup no heels

We listen to Tems get money I grin

Wanna get it again again and again that's the

move that I'm in

Ayy she keep it wet that's the pool that I'm in I can turn her from an 8 to a 10

I got em mad they keep losing I win

Balling a must above the rim

Better solo I'm not moving with them

Music a vibe from start to the end

Nobody better mood that I'm in

Get money get money again and again

Again and again again and again again and again

Again and again again and again again and again