Loaded Lyrics

Turned down just a lil' bit, stackin' up money

Remember it was low? bitch

Niggas be buggin

Lightweight bogus

Mood like, fuck it

I don't even notice

Nighttime clubbin

Gotta stay focused, loaded this, loaded clip

Showmanship , rollin' this

Hold this shit

I done made more than this, blow this shit

Got the flame, blow this bitch

Yeah

Gina Martin, this an Aston

I'ma make me some cash, bitch

Takin' flights with my bad bitch

These niggas is some has beens

12 pull up, I'm dashin

Zy runts in the ashes

Stink say she too tired, still gon' lay on her d***

My block hot wired,

will come spray with the blick

Plug takin' too long, waitin' all day on the brick

Get to playin' too crazy, camp out, lay on some shit

Look, shoot the laser, my player NBA 2K with the grip

Yeah, stackin' up money

Remember it was low? bitch

Niggas be buggin

Lightweight bogus

Mood like, fuck it

I don't even notice

Nighttime clubbin

Gotta stay focused, investin' like Bezos

Baby makin' me some pesos

Checkin' out new Dracos

Drove from "a number that has disconnected"

Clicked up like Nato

Baecay Turks and Caicos

Stupid hoes we don't chase those

Still running marathon race though

Still goin' fast-paced, hoe

Stack it up, I don't show it

Yeah, she pretty and she know it

I ain't never gon' blow it

Yeah, bitch, this my moment

Baby say that she on it

She a bad bitch, gotta flaunt it

Me and Matt coolin

Shane, he the oldest

Who you think you foolin'?

Overton's, we the coldest

Gotta keep movin

Especially when you chosen

Show you how to do it

Keep the ball rolling

Money don't jiggle

It's always foldin

Remember had a little

Now a nig gettin' loaded

Shout out Kittle

Yeah, that's the Brody

This a Batman Riddle

Joker with the motions, look

I'm gon' spin the shit, spin the shit

Yeah, I'm with the shits, with the shits

Leave no witnesses, witnesses

If they miss the shit, if they missin' shit

This is it, stand on businesses

Yeah

I'm with that

I miss my baby when you gon' come by

And kiss that

This love forever, baby, she just touched my six-pack

Hot in here, country grammar

Might be time to hit that

I hit that

She, she miss that

Makin' love in the same place where we gon' get rich at

Now, baby, hurry home

So I can come and lick that

Investin' in our futures

Then I come and fix that

I fix that

Where my switch at?

She say, hold up, daddy

Let me go run and get that

Real shooter like I'm Curry

This shit is a mismatch

In the field, my ass can't even remember where the bench at

Yo, bitch ass

Bitch ass

Yo, bitch ass

I fix that

I'm with that

I miss my baby when you

Come by

And kiss that

This love forever, baby, she just touched my six-pack

Hot in here, country grammar

Might be time to hit that

I hit that

I hit that

I hit that

I hit that

I hit that