Dlow Flow Lyrics

Uh, yeah

Look, tax money comin' through, bet I get more than a thousand

I'ma hit the ATM, get the cash and start smiling

Walkin' around with four nicks and cannons, I might get to wildin'

I'm the shit, bitch, I can put it on, don't even need no stylist

Just got a new car and some new Za

Yo, bitch, wanna fuck on the gang, don't let yo boo far

I ain't even gotta cook, I'm too raw

Back to back, we hittin' shit like fooseball

BTR, we goin' up, nigga, fuck a elevator

Bitch, we goin' Broke To Rich, that's why these other niggas hate us

Think you hip wearing designer? Bitch, I'm dripped down in the latest

I might get inside my bag and drop a song just for the ladies

I might get inside the Stu and drop a song just for the bros

Told a bitch that she the one I need, I feel like Derrick Rose

It's gettin' frosty in this bitch, I put on karats (Carrots) and I froze

Bitch, I'm outside, I'm gettin' to a bag, I'm in the snow

Bitch, I'm outside, I'm gettin' to a bag, I'm in the rain

He ain't got a whip, but walk around the block with heavy chains

My young dawg, he got the heat, walk around with heavy flame

Put a switchy on the back and walk him down with close range

Tax money comin' through, bet I get more than a thousand

I'ma hit the ATM, get the cash and start smiling

Walkin' around with four nicks and cannons, I might get to wildin

I'm the shit, bitch, I can put it on, don't even need no stylist

Just got a new car and some new Za

Yo, bitch, wanna fuck on the gang, don't let yo' boo far

I ain't even gotta cook, I'm too raw

Back to back, we hittin' shit like fooseball