Flokk ft. Muna$he Lyrics

I'm getting money like Buddha, pass an alley to my shooter

I can pull up on a scooter, 32, they go do ya

I been focused on the mulah

I been focused on just gettin' shit

Took a lot to get this rich

Take a lot to get this lit, on my block, you get dismissed

I was down my songs did shit, took a step December 5th

She could not not be a myth, and that slop got me so sick

Niggas be talkin' but what they gon' say now

Sellin' shit, send the tips to my PayPal

Ain't have paper, but me, I got pape now

Feel like baby, a baddie, I lay down

Bitches flokk, they name is Pasto

In the kitchen cookin' like I'm Clayco

Send em Pink Heartz like I'm Faygo

Forgot the kink parts, that's a great hoe

Kickin' these niggas like Bruce, yeah

Kickin' these niggas like Jet Li

Kickin' them bitches like..

Bet that hoe can't text me

No, she could not arrest me

And I hop in that truck, I'm with Wesley

Yeah, my bitch wanna sex me

Yeah, hop in that truck, I'm with Cat

Yeah, ride around in the big Mac

Had to move around, all these bitches chit-chat

Flair on my niggas, you niggas get smacked

I'm Amiri and Mari, get you whacked

All my niggas been ballin', that's a big fact

And my money too tall, that shit big fat, yeah

Yo, took a lot to get this rich

Take a lot to get this lit, on my block, you get dismissed

I was down my songs did shit, took a step December 5th

She could not not be a myth, and that slop got me so sick

You can watch me, my niggas been ballin' so sick

And I'm kickin' that hoe cause these bitches ain't shit

Leavin' her man in the ditch

He gon wake up in hospital bed with stitch, yeah

Now that nigga been pissed

How many opens I did, about six

Shawty, she eatin' me up like some Trix, yeah

Uh, I'm flyin' with a flock

All my niggas on the block

Feel like Carti, got a glock

Feel like Carti, hide it in my sock

Pull up to the crib, I just want the top

He just dropped the mixtape and it flopped

I don't want your bitch cause that hoe a bop, yeah, yeah

Yo, took a lot to get this rich

Take a lot to get this lit, on my block, you get dismissed

I was down my songs did shit, took a step December 5th

She could not not be a myth, and that slop got me so sick

Niggas be talkin' but what they gon' say now

Sellin' shit, send the tips to my PayPal

Ain't have paper, but me, I got pape now

Feel like baby, a baddie, I lay down

Bitches flokk, they name is Pasto

In the kitchen cookin' like I'm Clayco

Send em Pink Heartz like I'm Faygo

Forgot the kink parts, that's a great hoe