S.A.V.O.O - GREEN

I got a hulk size bag, yea, whole hunk of the cash,

whole hunk of the cash yeah,whole hunk of the cash, yeah Green on me, green on me, green on me Green for my team, green on all of us
We got diamonds on us, yeah, we shinin', yeah, we shinin', yeah, we shinin' with no buff
Yeah, we shinin', yeah, we shinin', yeah, we shinin' with no wax
That nigga actin' like he really in the streets, but the bitch get taxed

CP3 on the streets, yeah, passin' that shit to my team
Go up, catch it, just like Blake, I can't fuck with a nigga that's fake
Make sure I'm in the kitchen, make sure I'm cookin' it up myself just in case
Free my brother from that case, yeah, that nigga ain't do shit

Pop a nigga head real fast like a Tylenol, I need this, yeah
need this shit in my body, cause my brain, poppin' wit Ideas
Brain poppin' wit ideas, they all wanna steal em, yeah
Chosen one like Neo, chosen one like Bron, bitch, I am a don, yeah

You know I'm the one, I'm the only one, yeah, never another one, yeah
Poppin the midi like Demar, poppin the midi like Kobe, poppin the midi like MJ
I cannot fuck with a bitch that only fuck with me halfway
In the kitty, yeah, I feel the pussy, yeah, the pussy just like doja

Kitty cat got a nigga rollin', rollin' doja, yeah, I need a doobie
Need the weed, need the cookies and the milk, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, yeah
Brand new whip, big engine in the front, yeah, the, uh, yeah, the trunk in the front, too
We got two whips straight up off the, mm, bitch, we hot as hell

Hot like the bottom of the pot
They know Savoo, he gon' hit that shit on the spot, mm
I just might fuck your bitch, might turn that bitch to a thot, mm
I got a hulk size bag, yea, whole hunk of the cash,

whole hunk of the cash yeah,whole hunk of the cash, yeah
Green on me, green on me, green on me, green on me, green on me, green on me
Green for my team, green for my team, uh
Green on all of us, we got diamonds on us

Yeah, we shinin', yeah, we shinin', yeah, we shinin' with no
straight out the rough, I'm tough, straight out the trenches, I'm lit
Spreadin' my dividends to all of my kin
These niggas don't understand, cause they don't get no bens

Whippin' that new Benz, yeah, put that bitch on tens, yeah
Put that bitch on twelves, punchin' just like twelve
Punchin' on your head, feel like Ja Morant
Bitch, I'ma make a stand, stand up on my bands

You cannot see me, eyes up in the trees
Eyes up in the clouds, smoking out the pound
Tryna get this green

Written by:
Carlton Mullen

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