Rud3boi Foreign - Get money/Wyd

She cute fine and so curvy
Met that girl at the night club on a Thursday
Ain't gone lie i came in there so drunk i was thirsty
Security say i cant smoke my blunt
I popped a perky
I'm rolling I'm serving
When she first started dancing shawty was a little nervous
Now she on stage twerking like she want a Birkin
Running up her only fans money from them perverts
Get your money girl get those dollars
Make sure you make every nigga come up out they pockets
Phone ringing who is this yea that's her
I'm leaving at three
Can you pull up to the trap
Every time i come around damn they love a stepper
I been trapping for a while i done ran my check up
Oversea sick swag i think i need a check up
Oversea pressure rude boy
If you ain't getting money wyd wyd
If you ain't getting money wyd i dont wanna talk
Running to that check if i get tired I'm a walk
If you ain't getting money wyd
If you ain't getting money wyd wyd
If you ain't getting money wyd i dont wanna talk
Running to that check if i get tired I'm a walk
If you ain't getting money wyd
Asthma attack what she catch when i pull up
Foreign car that's a spaceship hit my double cup
Foreign freak in my passenger seat yea she rolling up
Licking on her lips cause she know I'm a put it in her guts
Watch your friend close cause that be he just act tough
Took a nigga glock cop shot he aint buss buss
I was young dumb fucking the money up just for fun
She don't want my money but i still know how to make her cum
When i went to jail i was still hustling on the side
Feeling like I'm Kevin Gates i don't get tired
Two cellphones both them for the damn trap
Get the pack gone faster than fuckin hellcat
You know me I'm a keep it g ten toes down
If a nigga say i ever snitch he lying on his soul
Got some old beef up in the fridge still gone get smoke
Used to be a look out in the trap house thirteen years old

Written by:
Abel Masingene

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