OuhhCjayy & Kestin - What it should be

Aye baby momma aye you need to get up with me
tell me what area code you wanna move in
Guess what I got you guess what
What ever area code you wanna go in
Mm Hold on these hoes so sticky
Hold on there they go
Let's go, running them racks now I'm feeling myself
Chrome hearts jeans from the hat to the belt
Say I needed help but nobody was there
Niggas can't stand me I gave em a chair
I'll hit from the back while I'm pulling her hair
Say I want a Rollie I'll cop every pair
She calling me nonchalant because I don't care
(What it should be)
Get you some money and go
(What it should be)
Nigga don't worry about the hoe
(What it should be)
I'm tryna get me some dough
(What it should be )
Niggas stay throwing up fours
(What it should be)
Niggas gonna cry about the bitch
(What it should be)
I'm tryna go and get rich
(What it should be)
You stuffing your pockets with lint
(What it should)
Niggas ain't making no sense
Mmm aye let's go
Sipping that drink now it's RIP Desto
I used to be broke now I'm up that's the Petro
When I hit from the front I be giving her best strokes
The best in lil Aiken shit I got the best flow
When she hop in this cat that bitch don't wanna let go
Off white Jordan's bitch rocking the retros
Bitch I'm locked in let me put on my headphones
Aye we great we eating good we gonna fuck up the plates
Book me for a show we gonna fuck up the place
He saving the hoe he gonna bring out the cape
My life is a movie like Kate plus eight
White boy a plug named Jake no snake
She wanna leave so a brought her a rake
Bitch in high school I got turned down on dates
Uhh now I'm lit
Bitch I ran up my racks now I'm matching my fit
They used to rate me a one out of ten now
They can't rate me shit because I'm flyer than them
Don't give a fuck because I'm higher than them
I'm my own boss now I'm hiring them
My whole team balling we fly out the gym
And you can't beat us nigga we watching the film
Let's go, running them racks now I'm feeling myself
Chrome hearts jeans from the hat to the belt
Say I needed help but nobody was there
Niggas can't stand me I gave em a chair
I'll hit from the back while I'm pulling her hair
Say I want a Rollie I'll cop every pair
She calling me nonchalant because I don't care
(What it should be)
Get you some money and go
(What it should be)
Nigga don't worry about the hoe
(What it should be)
I'm tryna get me some dough
(What it should be )
Niggas stay throwing up fours
(What it should be)
Niggas gonna cry about the bitch
(What it should be)
I'm tryna go and get rich
(What it should be)
You stuffing your pockets with lint
(What it should)
Niggas ain't making no sense
Hun yuh I'm really snapping no snapchat
Niggas be cap wear the hat like a snap back
She got a whole lotta meat on her bones like a rib shack
Yuh ayee got off my pivot was down had to clap back
We coming through leave the block in a ramshack
Setting the bar all the way they can't top that
Uhn I call my pockets a complex dollars stay in them like tenants
They peep the vision like contacts bitches be pressed in they feelings
I'm causing a ruckus like Denis
They mad at me feel like a menace
Don't speak to me if it ain't business fuck up the bag ima let it replenish
I told the bros that we on
Early bird get the worm we get bread in the morning
Too fly gotta go get it gone
I stay with the racks like a bank you can come get a loan
We going crazy with it
shitting on niggas done came up with it
Fresh out the box I'm retro with it
Rockstar jeans with a fitted on with it
Let's go, running them racks now I'm feeling myself
Chrome hearts jeans from the hat to the belt
Say I needed help but nobody was there
Niggas can't stand me I gave em a chair
I'll hit from the back while I'm pulling her hair
Say I want a Rollie I'll cop every pair
She calling me nonchalant because I don't care
(What it should be)
Get you some money and go
(What it should be)
Nigga don't worry about the hoe
(What it should be)
I'm tryna get me some dough
(What it should be )
Niggas stay throwing up fours
(What it should be)
Niggas gonna cry about the bitch
(What it should be)
I'm tryna go and get rich
(What it should be)
You stuffing your pockets with lint
(What it should)
Niggas ain't making no sense

Written by:
Cassius Elam, Kestin Seawright

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