2 MY HEAD Lyrics

Hey, Hey, uh hey

Yea, yea yea

Stand on money I climb in it

Only reason she riding

She like to fuck me in silence

Guessing I need to remind niggas

Who really go get the flyyest

Dollars on auto-pilot

I told the bitch keep quiet

Paper be getting to my head

Yea, feel like I do what I wanna,

Yea, shop in New York for the summer, woah

Get up get high in the morning

She giving top in the morning

Shawty know she so gorgeous

Freak, she let me record it

I make her bust like a 40

I make her bust like a 40

Had to take off on these niggas that thought they was getting close to me

Took my feelings out of what this really posed to be

Trafficking way out of Florida

Off the trap these dollars aint ordered

Lost a baby hope it was a daughter

So much shit I aint tell my mama

Yea yea, so much shit I aint tell my mama

I'm on the block just me and my dawgy

I'm on the block trying to fill my pockets

Having dog shit yea, I'm bout to bust my wallet

Been on the grind might do a little ollie

Ammo and rounds all over the island

Ammo and rounds all over the island

Stand on money I climb in it

Only reason she riding

She like to fuck me in silence

Guessing I need to remind niggas

Who really go get the flyyest

Dollars on auto-pilot

I told the bitch keep quiet

Paper be getting to my head

Yea, feel like I do what I wanna,

Yea, shop in New York for the summer, woah

Get up get high in the morning

She giving top in the morning

Shawty know she so gorgeous

Freak, she let me record it

I make her bust like a 40

I make her bust like a 40

Stand on the money I climb

Only reason she ride

She like to fuck me in silence

Guessing I need to remind

Who really go get the flyyest

Dollars on auto-pilot

I told the bitch keep quiet

The paper be getting to my head