Juney B - Bonus

Get this money flip that cheddar left that hoe on read
Different states we in the telly fucking up this bread
Remember sitting in the county had to make my bed
Now I'm rocking out on stage and bitches love my dreads
Man I heard she got a man we gone leave em dead
Onnat car we on his ass hot nem on his head
All my shorties they be tweakin when they off the meds
He want smoke we love that pressure we gone feed em led
And my niggas bout it
I ain't never doubting
All the opps they know we bout it so them niggas scouting
New bills what we counting
Don't need no accountant
All these bitches on my dick I swear they in the thousands
Me and gang nem making moves don't need no announcements
We was trapping out the bando stuck in them apartments
Now a nigga seeing green I'm feeling like a spartan
Man my niggas play with rockets like they name was Harden
Gone leave that nigga rotten
Had to show that nigga wassup like my name was Martin
He ain't making real money he not in the margin
In all black just like I'm batman but we fucking robing
Cause we fucking goblins
Told that bitch I'm out this world like a fucking martian
Bet not try dem husl niggas better move with caution
For we put bread on yo head like you in a auction
Left us with no option
Splash bros like I'm Thompson
Get this money flip that cheddar left that hoe on read
Different states we in the telly fucking up this bread
Remember sitting in the county had to make my bed
Now I'm rocking out on stage and bitches love my dreads
Man I heard she got a man we gone leave em dead
Onnat car we on his ass hot nem on his head
All my shorties they be tweakin when they off the meds
He want smoke we love that pressure we gone feed em led

Written by:
Junior Kai

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