TNT TMoney - BACK 2 BACK

Aye, aye, aye
Yeah, Tmoney on this bitch, man
Uh, uh
Aye, aye, aye

It ain't shit that you can tell me
You can smell me when I'm comin' through
Exotic pack, it's super loud
I'm high as fuck up in the Stu

I keep a bag on me
That money stuck to me just like some glue
She thought I was gon' buy a Birkin bag
That bitch a silly goose

Aye, I made a Uber home
I lied and said that I had something to do
But I ain't really lie
I had some plans, shit, just not with you

These bitches get to tweakin
When they see that you got others too
And if I can't even hit, that shit don't matter
I'll find somethin' new

Got liquor in my cup
I'm flee as fuck, I got on Gucci
I'm a superstar, these hoes all on me
Like I'm in a movie

In the bed with three hoes
They gon' slurp me like a smoothie
Bitches swear they so bougie
Bitch, we know you just a groupie

I don't need these hoes for shit
Unless they finna suck some dick
And if it's good, I ain't gon' cap
I might even buy her ass a fit

I'm outta town, this lil bitch flew me out
But that ain't who I'm with
I hate a basic-ass bitch
That's steady thinking she the shit

If she a gold digger
She ain't steppin' foot up in this whip
Pipe down, nigga
Everybody know you ain't on shit

His homie gassed him up
Cause he was off the pill
Now he got hit
Fah, fah, fah, damn

I'm like "This chopper, got some kick"
My direct deposit
Dropped I'm back again
Bitch, I'm lit

I'm in Vegas in casinos
Winnin' back-to-back, I'm rich
We made his body malfunction
System failed, he a glitch

And we ain't have to bring out poles, nigga
We came out with fists
I'm in the club, it's cold as fuck
Cause it's a blizzard on my wrist

Bro put his mask on every day
He thirsty just to hit a lick
His bitch just left his ass for me
But I ain't want her, now they sick

I'm full as hell
But I'll still take yo food
Cause I know you a bitch
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

I'm with five hoes
I don't need no niggas with me
Bitch, we brought like five poles
Makin' bags back-to-back

I just did like five shows
Drivin' cross the border
With these packs, we on the fuckin' road
Uh, I got gang in this bitch

Gang in this bitch
Flyin', switchin' lanes in this bitch
Lanes in this bitch
Uh, we gettin' paid in this bitch

Don't play with us, bitch
Uh, cause we got aim in this bitch
And we don't really miss
Uh, it ain't shit that you could tell me

You could smell me when I'm comin' through
Exotic pack, it's super loud
I'm high as fuck up in the Stu
I keep a bag on me

That money stuck to me
Just like some glue
She thought I was gon' buy a Birkin bag
That bitch a silly goose

Uh, a silly goose
Uh, uh, tell that stupid bitch
That she a silly goose
I don't really fuck with hoes

For real, these bitches pick and choose
I got racks on me, you see my pockets
All these hunnids blue
Aye, Tmoney on this bitch, man

Aye, aye, aye

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TNT Tmoney

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