Pattie Labelle ft. Kodak Lyrics

Yea

Uh uh uh

Chea

CheA

Chea

Chea

Chea

Chea

If it ain't about no money don't speak

7 Days

Man you niggas week

I just pulled up in a Jag

Nigga ouuuweee

All this paper in my bag I feel like a geek

I ain't hear nothing you said

Nigga who me

Called her Hubba bubba Man

How she blew me

Couldn't get a meal

I jump straight to dessert

I left the school highs

I went straight to the work

I'm 10 toes down I came straight from the dirt

Golden acre boy

I hold it down for my turf

Kodak Black

But I'm smoking on purp

Swag sick

Left the club and went straight to the nurse

Yea

Every morning My mind on cake

When I wake I bake

Stuff in her muffin I make plate

So out pocket She tryna stay

I'm just tryna play

More bout money I'm tryna say

Look

Shit looking sunny that's how my days look

These niggers ain't hungry get out my way

Look

I be on more than a high

Feeling immortal

Morty n Rick

I get Marty Mcfly

On your bitch

Flea as shit outchea ducking the Tees & Flicks

It's a fee to pitch

I make her figi

We take a flic

She wanna see me

She wit the clique

Tryna G em

Sending pics in the pm

Cc the shit

Yea

Visions of Mind

Blind in the morn

I just scribble mine

Pidgins they flying

I see em soaring

Look

She just tryna get her name on the lease

We be in the crease

Road to the riches gimmie the keys nigger

Top down blowing in the wind

On top now

Swerving in my lane

I'm so on top of my shit

I'm so the topic

They couldn't top

Off they top with the shit

Gllt gllt

If you only knew

How I'm focused on my dreams

Tryna make them come true

Oooo

If you only knew

How I'm focused on my dreams

Tryna make them come true

Oooo

Yea

If you only knew

Oooo