Woo Dinero - Landed (feat. RJ $tackhouse)

Oooooo
Ahhhhh
Nope, nope
Need no brakes nope, nope
Yea, Nigga done touchdown
I just Landed
Yea, Nigga done touchdown
I just Landed
Yea, Nigga done touchdown
I just Landed
Yea, Nigga done touchdown
I just Landed
I got the magical gas
She wanna stick to the cash
Shawty got picked for the class
Know I do digital dash
Spark it up I got the gas
I got the drop on they ass
Niggas be talking but last
Run it up I get the cash
Run it up I get the cash
Run it up I get the cash
Run it up I get the cash
I got the magical gas, she wanna stick to the cash
I got the magical gas, this shit irregular no I don't pass
This shit a medical pass, Know I got dope in the mufuckin bag
Yea, Nigga just touchdown
Been just Landed
Know I be saying shit so outlandish
Niggas be stepping ain't no prancing
I'm lit when I walk with the stick
I'm talking so crazy an shit
I might let it rip in this bitch
I really be wylin an shit
Yea, Nigga just touchdown
Been just Landed
Know I be saying shit so outlandish
Niggas be stepping ain't no prancing
I got the magical gas
She wanna stick to the cash
Shawty got picked for the class
Know I do digital dash
Spark it up I got the gas
I got the drop on they ass
Niggas be talking but last
Run it up I get the cash
Run it up I get the cash
Run it up I get the cash
Run it up I get the cash
Run it up I got the
Run it up I got the loot
Feel like Giannis I give them the shoe
Feel like Dwayne when I give them the boot
Foot in they ass send them up through the roof
Foot on the gas when I'm off of these shrooms
Too many hoes in this bitch, but I like that shit crowded
Figure out how to make room
You seeing a giant when I'm walking through
Who else be the tallest but under 6'2? (Woah, yea)
Nigga just touched down, Hartsfield Jackson
I don't pick up cuz I'm not relaxing
You in your bag but don't know where the bag is
Tiny ass niggas you built really little
You slimy ass niggas, I ain't in the middle
I'm minding my business, this paper my lady
I talk to these deads, niggas think that I'm crazy
I talk to the deads, I'm talking to death
Get to the paper, I need me the rest
Paid every week, I'm still feeling stressed
She spilled all my yooch and she made it a mess
Get the fuck up, up, up, up, you niggas is trash
Run it up, up, up, up, up, I got the cash (aye)
Run it up, run it up, I got the cash
Run it up, run it up, I got the cash
Run it up, run it up, I got the cash
Run it up, up, up, up
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh

Written by:
Davon Daniels, Reginald Baker Jr.

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