CashOutJony - Ready for Whatever

It's beauty behind all the madness
I could make it through a storm on a wagon
I treat her like a Rari
I just be channeling these words, I got no conscience
(No, conscious)
We just be flippin' the money, yeah, flippin' the money, Ridiculousness (Ridiculous)
Is he broke?
Is he rich?
They tryna know my tricks
She like drugs, pure codeine (Lean)
I been reached Paris (Paris)
Dressed like I'm Francois
Je m'appelle Jony
Jony, I'm je ne sais quoi
Yes
I'm a alien
I can finish this song, then, voila!
Put it on a screen
Yeez' 950 boots on, bitch, I'm Ready for Whatever, yeah (Ready for Whatever)
Me and shorty more than locked in, yeah, you know we forever, ever
Yeah, I ain't sayin' you gotta clock in, but you gotta have a schedule
Every time you try to do better, you might encounter the devil
Woah, I'ma just keep countin' mun (Count it up)
I'ma keep gettin' that yun
Baby got a whole lot of buns
Baby wanna fuck on the swag (Swag)
Bitch wanna fuck on my bags (Cash)
Bitch wanna fuck on my wrist (Woah, woah, woah)
Ha, Troppy
It's beauty behind all the madness
I could make it through a storm on a wagon
I treat her like a Rari
I just be channeling these words, I got no conscience
We just be flippin' the money, yeah, flippin' the money, Ridiculousness
Is he broke?
Is he rich?
They tryna know my tricks
She like drugs, pure codeine
I been reached Paris
Dressed like I'm Francois
Je m'appelle Jony
Jony, I'm je ne sais quoi
Yes
I'm a alien
I can finish this song, then, voila!
Put it on a screen
Baby, I'm not God
I'm not what you need
But I can get you fly, take you overseas, let's see Fiji
Choppa bullets, leave a nigga chopped up
I was on Circa lookin' down on Vegas like a helicopter
Haha, yeah
And that's when I realized (Trop)
We some of the greatest
Ever
Yeah, she fuck with the Camp, yeah, we doin' it better (CC)
Huh, you make her damp? Yeah, but I make her wetter
Ha, I fucked up my leather, shittin' on half-ass competitors
Yes, I ball hard, I'm a letterer
I'm goin' Roger, yeah, Federer (goin' so hard it's federal)
I fuck a bitch and her friend
Yes, I'm fuckin' her bester
Yes, they give me the neckers (neck)
Yes, I'm gettin' a Chester (the cheese)
Kit the glizzy with the switchy, it sound like a Vector
It's beauty behind all the madness
I could make it through a storm on a wagon
I treat her like a Rari
I just be channeling these words, I got no conscience
We just be flippin' the money, yeah, flippin' the money, Ridiculousness
Is he broke?
Is he rich?
They tryna know my tricks
She like drugs, pure codeine
I been reached Paris
Dressed like I'm Francois
Je m'appelle Jony
Jony, I'm je ne sais quoi
Yes
I'm a alien
I can finish this song, then, voila!
Put it on a screen

Written by:
CashOutJony, Jontel Hackett

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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