Touchè & MthamayzaChef - HER WAY (feat K.G)

Hol up I'm making it rain
Look at the money I make
How do I make it? I bake
She want the peace that I make
She cannot have it her way
She cannot have it her way
You cannot have it your way
You cannot have it your way
Hol up I'm making it rain
Look at the money I make
How do I make it? I bake
She want the peace that I make
She cannot have it her way
She cannot have it her way
You cannot have it your way
You cannot have it your way
I'm making money, alot of money. It's for myself (Yeah bitch)
I get the bag, she want the bag. It's for myself (Nha bitch)
I got the bag, a Gucci bag. That's for yourself (Yeah bitch)
I am so hot, I am the fire you feeling that?
Check my neck is dripping. Bitch I'm up I'm winning
I don't catch no feelings, my money got no limit
My bottoms bleeding (Bleeding)
I'm on my way to billions, my drip is so attractive
Fuck with me you finished (Mhm)
Bitch take it, the money I made it
Bitch you love me I know that I'm famous
Niggahs dripping they know I'm the wave shit
Niggahs envy, they copy, they fake shit
She a bad girl like Hanna Montana, my neck so wet like French Montana
I'm getting rich like Roddy Ntwana. I pray to God, I'm holy ntwana
She a bad girl like Hanna Montana, my neck so wet like French Montana
I'm getting rich like Roddy Ntwana. I pray to God, I'm holy ntwana
Hol up I'm making it rain
Look at the money I make
How do I make it? I bake
She want the peace that I make
She cannot have it her way
She cannot have it her way
You cannot have it your way
You cannot have it your way
Hol up I'm making it rain
Look at the money I make
How do I make it? I bake
She want the peace that I make
She cannot have it her way
She cannot have it her way
You cannot have it your way
You cannot have it your way
The game is for the taking
Reputation for the making
My hommies always high, they say it's so relaxing
K.G has no remorse, what the fuck is you rephrasing?
I'm smoking, hey? I'm smoking, fine
Nigga check the pacing
I got the flow that make you glowed to your speakers
I'm ruthless and even non believers can't believe me
Punch you with an upper cut, I leave you teeth less
Don't interfere with my goals bitch, they goal keepers
I'm an automatic shooter I got bullets like a shotgun
Pockets so icy motherfucker call me snow run
My niggahs with the shit with that money taking home son
Your bitch speaking term, speak in tongues. She's so polite
Hol up I'm making it rain
Look at the money I make
How do I make it? I bake
She want the peace that I make
She cannot have it her way
She cannot have it her way
You cannot have it your way
You cannot have it your way
Hol up I'm making it rain
Look at the money I make
How do I make it? I bake
She want the peace that I make
She cannot have it her way
She cannot have it her way
You cannot have it your way
You cannot have it your way

Written by:
Nare Manamela

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