Pella daGoat - Ain'tFittin' (feat. $!ckBoy)

You know I got em Jonesin'
They Jonesin'
That shit ain't no average
Yeah I'm a big baller
No rookie
Top of these rosters and charts I be cookin
Yeah all of these plays in a couple of days
Is amazed cuz I know that they lookin'
I don't know what the fuck y'all be watchin'
Ain't no way that y'all ever gon' stop me
Yeah I come from the streets
I'll murder this beat
And throw that bitch right in the coffin
You say that you hot but I'm hotter
I'ma take your ass right to the slaughter
Yeah all of my numbers gone come with them commas
But all of your numbers be fallin
I can get you knocked off for a dollar
So watch what you say in them comments
Yeah I got felonies
So fuck what you tellin' me pussy
You don't want these problems
Lil' bitch done told you I'm ballin'
Why the fuck your girl keep callin'
She just want that dick on the tonsils
Fuckin' your bitch
It don't fuck with my conscience
And hell no I ain't takin' no losses
VVS I don't care what it cost me
I be drippin' I'm drippin'
These diamonds on me be so clean like they came out the washer
Now my phone blowin' up and it's constant
It's your bitch wit that money deposit
I won't answer the phone for none of these hoes
'Cause all I'm gon' fuck with is profit
Yeah I'm sick with this shit I might vomit
Doctor said I'm so sick that it's chronic
Yeah none of this money gon' fit in my wallet
This shit ain't gon' fit in my pocket
I'm ballin'
I'm ballin'
I'm ballin'
I'm ballin'
I'm ballin' ballin'
I'm ballin
And I might come in this bitch and just take off
All gas like I done took the brake off
Ain't shit to come snatch your whole face off
And pour out ya steak sauce
It's best if you stay lost
Ayy get the fuck down bitch stay there
Like face on the ground I said lay there
And don't move a muscle
If I feel you struggle I'm bustin'
Ain't no time to play fair
You need to catch up to me quickly
I do the most tricky shit sickly
You know if you need me just hit me
I'm there in a jiffy and shit gon' get prickly
You only as strong as your weak link
I swear that my mind is a think tank
Strawberry kush call it Pink Paint
Got my eye's low as fuck like a sink drain
I just pumped me a shell in my 12 gauge
My dad say it's hell gettin' Hell raised
Hard-headed as fuck and I'm self-made
I'm tryna live fast and die well-paid
Can't move at no snail pace make sure the bail paid
'Cause I swear I ain't gon' stalemate
Drop a bitch like a tailgate before I catch a sales case
Every move I make you know that shit's well-played
This money ain't fit inside my wallet
Shit ain't gon' fit me one of these pockets
Money ain't fittin inside my wallet
Shit ain't gon' fit me one of these pockets
Money ain't fit inside my wallet
Shit ain't gon' fit me one of these pockets
Money ain't fit inside my wallet

Written by:
Dillon Jones, Shaun Greene

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