Fat Bro - Coast To Coast

C-C-Countin' bags full of cash yea, yea I did it on my own
Fat Boss on the throne yea, smokin' woods Cali strong
Fly my bitch state to state, yea
Countin' countin' hella cake, yea
Make her dance anime yea, now we slidin' in a Wraith
Flying coast to coast, yea
Yea I'm talkin' about the West
.40 layin' on my chest
Bad bitch what's next
Whole wood full of gas yea I ain't talkin' no stress
G.I.P Soulja Lil whole wood full of
Is you gonna run with the cash or you gone fumble the bag
Fat nigga wit' some cash slidin' fast doin' the dash
Niggas was slick thinkin' he low up top we on his ass
Man down hit the gas now we smoke another fag
Niggas hate the facts bosses speak em' truthfully
I get this cash I do it fast like there was two of me
Don't ask no question if we smoke your mans cause Wanson deucin' him
He taxed me on them Ps yea I ran off yea call him Poochie Lee
(Yea I got another bag Fat Boss gotta get it)
(Rich lifestyle fuckin' bad bitches ask yea how I'm livin')
(Had to work hard had to grind hard no friends up in the kitchen)
(Eatin' good it's delicious)
(Bad bitch finger lickin')
Countin' bags full of cash yea, yea I did it on my own
Fat Boss on the throne yea, smokin' woods Cali strong
Fly my bitch state to state, yea
Countin' countin' hella cake, yea
Make her dance anime yea, now we slidin' in a Wraith
Flying coast to coast, yea
Yea I'm talkin' about the West
.40 layin' on my chest
Bad bitch what's next
Whole wood full of gas yea I ain't talkin' no stress
G.I.P Soulja Lil whole wood full of

Written by:
Robert Montgomery

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