inc mo - FUNK

Yeah, gotta get this shit at the right height
Feel like, uh, feel like I'm back at, uh, Ashley, yeah

Bring the bag with the cash all up in it, foot is on the gas
I ain't done with the business
Thought you'd never ask if I'm up or I'm finished
Passing me the bop, then you know I'ma hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it

And I'm up late night, I don't care what you want
What the fuck, bitch bad, I'ma run, I ain't done, I'm the one, anyone
Wanna do it like this, flow when I go
When I'm moving your hips, every single time that I roll like a kid
Don't know what I missed, don't know if I pissed, don't know what I did like

Damn, I need it, y'all don't see it, I'm a genius
Constantly this memory floating in my penis
Always leaving the gym sweaty, I know I'll get it
Nipples chafing, your bitch dirty, she fucking with it

Bring the bag with the cash all up in it, foot is on the gas
I ain't done with the business
Thought you'd never ask if I'm up or I'm finished
Passing me the bop, then you know I'ma hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it

Wet Willie finger, I make one move, then I'm injured
I make my smoothie with ginger, nothing to prove when I'm in her
They coming at me for the cavities, got sweet tooth, I'm a sugar fiend
I'm a nervous wreck with ADD like, damn, you had to be there

I'm picking parking lot swerving, I'm like a vermin with demons
All in my teeth when I'm cheesing, my soul is giving me reason
I try to double my payload, but one mistake and I'm KO
A shotty snipes with the Halo, I never do what I say though

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Bring the bag with the cash all up in it, foot is on the gas
I ain't done with the business
Thought you'd never ask if I'm up or I'm finished
Passing me the bop, then you know I'ma hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it

Written by:
ELIJAH RIEDERS, SAM MANDELL

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