Oh. Cee - We Ain't Gotta Go
Huh, YeaJumped up off the porch, I'm drippin' juice hoe
Couple blues got ya bitch givin' deep throat
Couple blues got my wolves at ya window
Who knew this athlete would be a criminal
Who knew this peasant be a fuckin' general
Calling shots off the toilet on a trac phone
Got ya bitch takin' dick, hurt her back bone
Got ya bitch takin' dick, hurt her back bone
Whole click gettin' rich my dawgs get the bone
The money callin' baby girl I gotta go
This n***a here is ballin' this is not a joke
I'm on maafucka this is not the coke
Hit the field with the steel, it might be time to go
I got deals, pick a meal, enie minie moe
Livin' large, I'm in charge, off a credit score
Money comin' in we ain't gotta go (No Where)
Money comin' in we ain't gotta go
Early mornin' yawnin' FedEx at the door
Early mornin' yawnin' FedEx at the door
Money comin' in we ain't gotta go
We been raking it in, we about our commas
Only fuck with single hoes, not no baby mommas
I only want to spend, I don't want the drama
I can save that for my baby momma
I can pay that, that is not a problem
He ain't say that, he don't want no problems
It's the big payback I'm collectin' all my dollas'
It never rain in sunny Southern California (Yea)
Money comin' in we ain't gotta go
Early mornin' yawnin' FedEx at the door
Early mornin' yawnin' FedEx at the door
Money comin' in we ain't gotta go
Gettin' to the bread that's a ten four
I might oversleep, the bread at the door
Shittin' where I sleep, I know I'm breaking code
It's like the feds chasin' me, I'm gettin' paranoid
It's really gettin' easy, we ain't gotta go
The bitch start cheesin' when I'm on the phone
The bitch kept sneezing off the good dope
Now the bitch say she need me, now she gotta go
The OG's taught me, keep that shit professional
I'm the one that's teaching, you just play yo role
Niggas actin' like hoes, y'all bisexual
You know I make her touch her toes after deep throat
Hottest nigga in the summer in a peacoat
On the phone sell it high that's a free quote
In my mode, eattin' skittles call me beast mode
Check the trackin' numbers, we ain't gotta go
Money comin' in we ain't gotta go
Early mornin' yawnin' FedEx at the door
Early mornin' yawnin' FedEx at the door
Money comin' in we ain't gotta go
Written by:
Randall Carroll
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