WELCOME TO THE FUNCTION ft. MarSpazzin Lyrics

(Woahhhh, woah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Never ever gon' stop counting numbers

Boy, you took a wrong turn

Love all in my pocket, bet you won't get nothing from her

Imma keep rap, rap, rapping til' my lungs hurt

Miss it when she kiss me and she bite and now my tongue hurt

Bitch, I went deluxe

They say "What the fuck?"

Racks all in my jeans, it's so hard to hold them up

Yeah, it's stuck

Bitch, get out my face

You can't get none of my love

Saying "Ha, ha, ha"

Ha, ha, ha

Bitch, you know I'm rolling up that sticky

She too pretty

If she bad, I might get her that Vivi

Keep that semi on my side

I heard that he wan' die tonight

Tonight, we gon' get that shit jumping

Welcome to the function

I turn your block to nothing

Up it, then we dump it

Know you gon' get to running

All up in my phone, no I don't fuck with assumptions

Fuckin' all this money up

Yeah, you know it keep coming

Counting up that money, you know

(Count it up, count it up)

Asking "Who want smoke?", no you don't

(No you don't)

Yeah, hop in the Bugatti and go

I keep shooting til' they down on the floor

Icky Vicky Sticky with the crew

What it do?

Fill my cup with wocky, pour a deuce

I like juice

Sip the purple rain

Bitch, I never caught the flu

Nose ring look like pain

Fuck with us and then you screwed

And this a special chain, it's not plain

Bitch, these jewels

Put up another flame to your brain

Bitch, I'm rude

Bitch, I'm popping champagne

Got them jumping out the roof

And bitch, this not a game

If you lame, Imma shoot

I keep on dumpin'

If you pull up to the function you know this bitch jumping and bumping

Niggas ain't nothin'

Me and twin pull up with six and it's looking like we just went hunting

Like who is you trusting?

They keep on saying I'm bluffin'

I'm turning nothing to something

Who is you rushing?

Can't be the one that you lovin'

Got a bitch geeking and blushing

Love me, bitch you crazy

Oh maybe, oh-ah

Wanna be my lady

No maybe, like nah

I tote a .22

I cannot get sent to god

Like who the fuck is you?

Protect my heart with that rod

Counting up that money, you know

(Count it up, count it up)

Asking "Who want smoke?", no you don't

(No you don't)

Yeah, hop in the Bugatti and go

I keep shooting til' they down on the floor

Never ever gon' stop counting numbers

Boy, you took a wrong turn

Love all in my pocket, bet you won't get nothing from her

Imma keep rap, rap, rapping til' my lungs hurt

Miss it when she kiss me and she bite and now my tongue hurt

Bitch, I went deluxe

They say "What the fuck?"

Racks all in my jeans, it's so hard to hold them up

Yeah, it's stuck

Bitch, get out my face

You can't get none of my love

Saying "Ha, ha, ha"

Ha, ha, ha