WOKK ft. BabyK Lyrics

My money thick like Bris Bane

Rock on the wrist like whip game

Wokkin' the dish like pyrex

We on a ship that's hitek

My money thick like Bris Bane

Rock on the wrist like whip game

Wokkin' the dish like pyrex

We on a ship that's hitek

Now I'm on a boat

And I'm counting these millions

I'm on a boat

And I don't got no feelings

I'm on a boat

And I'm counting these millions

I'm on a boat

And I don't got no feelings

LS Connection

That's a collection

I got your block running money collection

I got the wokk if you wanted to stretch it

Hot at the spot and I'm fresh out of phedrine

Bending this bitch like I'm Beckham

Deep at the farm when I'm totin a weapon

Come to the north well then you better check in

Running with Killas well you get the message

Andele andele andele

You know that Majik be on the ariba

You never see me like Cena

Bitch I'ma walk in the club with my nina

From the southside with the heater

Now I'm on Cayo P with the visa

Now my entire team putting P's up

They wanna follow me like it's tweeter

My money thick like Bris Bane

Rock on the wrist like whip game

Wokkin' the dish like pyrex

We on a ship that's hitek

My money thick like Bris Bane

Rock on the wrist like whip game

Wokkin' the dish like pyrex

We on a ship that's hitek

Now I'm on a boat

And I'm counting these millions

I'm on a boat

And I don't got no feelings

I'm on a boat

And I'm counting these millions

I'm on a boat

And I don't got no feelings

My money sick it got a cold

My money long it never fold

I tell your bitch to drop it low

She shakin' that ass all up over the floor

I call her my grape when she move on that pole

You can be my vixen

Got the spotlight I be tippin

Getcha numbers That's the mission

Aye

Whippin' and servin' it up

Sippin' wokk I got that lean in my gut

Baby K and Majik we run it up

Now just watch the commas I be countin' em up

I go to Bill's I'm throwin' bills

Pour up a cup I might pop a pill

See Anna Mae cause she know the deal

Don't you still got the glock homie

Be forreal

Yuh

My money thick like Bris Bane

Rock on the wrist like whip game

Wokkin' the dish like pyrex

We on a ship that's hitek

My money thick like Bris Bane

Rock on the wrist like whip game

Wokkin' the dish like pyrex

We on a ship that's hitek

Now I'm on a boat

And I'm counting these millions

I'm on a boat

And I don't got no feelings

I'm on a boat

And I'm counting these millions

I'm on a boat

And I don't got no feelings

That's on the cellular phone

You probably never been on

Baby I'm still in the zone

Whole gang putting on

Fresh out of what man?

Still got a gun man

You better run damn