otm! Lyrics

You know I want ya

Pulling up on her

Making her bend like banana

I'm with them ganja farmers

Stuffing the backwood with marijuana

Doing the dash on the jakes, no Impala

I'm with the gang and we counting up dividends

It ain't bout paper i'll see you tomorrow

I see them boys hating but no we not into them

Bro send 'em straight off the map just like Dora

Send him exploring

This bitch tryna see me but I just ignore her

Cause love ain't important

I'm tryna stack paper right up off the floor

Cop me a whip like them boys off of Forza

Don't need a script I am not no reporter

Straight off the top bitch I'm balling like Carter

I'm feeling like Vince

He said he the man but bitch I ain't convinced

Them little ass diamonds boy I had to squint

I'm pouring the four right inside of the Ritz

You know I'm too old I can't beef bout no bitch

Doing my money dance might hit the Carlton

Purple rain on me I'm fresher than Prince

And I cannot lose

Link up with all of my guys and we making a move

Spent 2 on the jeans and I think I put 5 on the shoes

Really don't know what to do

Hitting this hoe to the beat, okay I'm in my groove

You know I want ya

Pulling up on her

Making her bend like banana

I'm with them ganja farmers

Stuffing the backwood with marijuana

Doing the dash on the jakes, no Impala

I'm with the gang and we counting up dividends

It ain't bout paper i'll see you tomorrow

I see them boys hating but no we not into them

Bro send 'em straight off the map just like Dora

And I cannot lose

Link up with all of my guys and we making a move

Spent 2 on the jeans and I think I put 5 on the shoes

Really don't know what to do

Hitting this hoe to the beat, okay I'm in my groove