Adonys - Smoke

Yea, you want the smoke
Let me know yea
Let me know
You want the smoke, tell me yea
You wanna go, tell me yea
Bitch whatchu want from me yea
Rush to the money I'm running
Run up on me and I'm gunnin' yea
Cash on my wrist, it's sunny yea
Broke boy think he funny yea
My wallet so fat always hungry
I'm stackin it up to the top top, see the cash flow it don't stop stop
Got a bad hoe with some good box, got some homies equipped with some red dots
And they let it go if you give them a reason, headshot take your soul
Rip you to pieces, go ahead and try it I swear you ain't making it home
No don't speak to me
You ain't set homie
Big respect on me yea yea
I had to get that shit off of my chest
Momma told me never settle for less
That's why I'm stackin up all of my checks
Homie just told me I'm next up
No I don't brag I just flex up
You'd know about that if you kept up
I left so many behind
If I see you slowing me down then you gotta go, I'm sorry goodbye
I cannot fuck with you clowns and I couldn't go broke if I tried
You want the smoke, tell me yea
You wanna go, tell me yea
Bitch whatchu want from me yea
Rush to the money I'm running
Run up on me and I'm gunnin' yea
Cash on my wrist, it's sunny yea
Broke boy think he funny yea
My wallet so fat, always hungry
You want the smoke, tell me yea
You wanna go, tell me yea
Bitch whatchu want from me yea
Rush to the money I'm running
Run up on me and I'm gunnin' yea
Cash on my wrist, it's sunny yea
Broke boy think he funny yea
My wallet so fat, always hungry
I got too much on my mind
I got too much on my plate
Bitch get the fuck out my face
Bitch get the fuck out my way yea
Ain't scared to die cause I ain't scared to live
No I ain't going out with regrets
Feel like I'm racing, pacing back and forth, I see the cash and I take it
She told me "Boy come and take it", naked, she open up and I taste it
Roll up a wood and I face it, face it, it's only me in rotation
Ain't nothing bout me basic
Real rockstar raging
Let them chat it up, always talking shit
Never gave a fuck, too busy counting checks
Just like Vegas how I'm stacking all these chips
You want the smoke, tell me yea
You wanna go, tell me yea
Bitch whatchu want from me yea
Rush to the money I'm running
Run up on me and I'm gunnin' yea
Cash on my wrist, it's sunny yea
Broke boy think he funny yea
My wallet so fat, always hungry
You want the smoke, tell me yea
You wanna go, tell me yea
Bitch whatchu want from me yea
Rush to the money I'm running
Run up on me and I'm gunnin' yea
Cash on my wrist, it's sunny yea
Broke boy think he funny yea
My wallet so fat, always hungry

Written by:
Jeremy Melgar

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