Woes Lyrics

Had to go and get that money

Money chasing with my woes

Look at them racks

Look at them golds

Money over (uh)

That's my M.O

Look at the guys

Look at the bros

That is the gang

They all on go

Yea they all on go

They all on go

Yea they all on go

They all on go

Happened to on sight?

You ain't pop shit

Looked in ya eyes and seen me a hoe

With a lil hoe

And we both know

That I Ray J that lil hoe right before

Check her phone it's connected to my home

Switch the tone because a nigga so cold!

Flow so cold it's like I feature my songs

If it's smoke then up it we gonna blow

Cause we got them packs

We got them sticks

Sipping that act

Smoking them hits

Yea we got them bags

We got them chips

We got some slimes

They gonna hiss

Yea Bro got that fire

He got a itch

We just be wilding

We on a tip

Smoking exotic

Gas out the zip

Yea don't fuck with Marley cause he gonna hit

And that's word to my pap

Word to my miss

Word to my son but I don't got a kid

So it's word to my pack

Word to my clique

She said it's mine, said you lying like shit

The only thing pregnant my pockets, my hips

Ya pockets spaghetti you fell and you tripped

My money is steady so how could I miss?

You ain't touch no fetti stop claiming you lit

Stop claiming you lit (aye)

Stop claiming you lit

Stop claiming you lit

Stop claiming you lit (Aye)

Stop claiming you lit

(Stop claiming you lit!)

We come back to the city they act like they miss

And I'm still acting picky, hoes say I'm a bitch

How these clowns steady dissing, but they still not IT

Said he ride with that stick but he not in the mix

(Ha ha ha)

Like whoa whoa whoa!

Fuck a 16 finally show you how to flow

Big bad wolf, so we blowing down his door

Said I'm pussy on the live but we sniffed you in the corner

Need my money now, flatbread firestone

I be living what it is, and you living what chu don't

Top dog in my city call me Dog Dimmadome

Stuff the cheese in my pockets, I'm a walking calzone

Jumped into office just like Keke Palmer and I'm thinking bout now y'all gonna honor

The fact I be rocking just like I'm a Rockstar yea you can just tell by the locks

Golden my hair, while there's gold on my neck, swear man I got that drip to the socks

Hang around me I could teach you some sauce

Comes wit a fee, you can send me the wire

Like who want war!?

We got missiles

Who got problems?

Who got issues?

Stay a hundred, I'm a keep it with chu

Let's see who official with these rhymes and riddles

Look at my shit (ye)

Look at my shit (yea)

Damn I'm so slick

Why I'm so slick?

Damn look at me

I'm as hot as could be