Dj Goodv!3e - We bout it (feat. A.K.)

Aye
Aye
Aye

I'm getting my bag
Yeah bring me my duffle
I'm stacking my cash
Then flip it for double
Like running in track
I move with a hustle
I'm good vibe
No stress in my bubble
I'll cut ties
Yeah play if you wanna
Do or die
But say what I wanna
Yeah A1 stay close with the burner
Designer fit drip made by a turner

Nigga it's never to late
Gotta go get you a plate
I ain't got time to hate
Shawty she eat an she straight
Taking yo bitch on a date
Then imma ask her her rate
Back to the crib
Give her a bag
Damn the pussy was great

Yeah got her
Rocking to the motion
Damn she got me floating
Smoking on that potent tree yeah
Bounce it on her ass
Then she want the cash
Instead i give her plan b yeah

Its all about the money
Getting paid more
Thow the money up
Bitches hit the floor
Niggas in Atlantic ain't hit the shore
In Newyork boutta start a war

Squad all here
Hard to ignore
If you ain't down then hit the door
Rocking a chain go insane
Yo bitch vanish like David Blaine
Busting her down real quick
Cuz I can't get caught up with my main
Fucked a hoe once with the mask on
Woo bitch
Call me bane

She shaking that ass on the stripper pole
And getting that bag making ten fold
I'm sipping on drank
Yeah that indigo
I can pick any bitch
Eeny miny moe
Don't fuck with the drama
Just give me the Gatti
Ghost riding my whip
And what nigga gonna try me
I'm getting my comma
Or grabbing the shotty
You talk shit an you losing your body
Eat dog shit
Yeah a bitch will get bodied
I'm too lit for you niggas to stop me
I'm all drip
Yeah my flow is too saucy
I'm all in
An I'm moving like rocky
I got a boss bitch an I know that she got me
I'm doing this shit an I'm feeling like yachty
I'm working all day
An stay making the profit
Just give me the loot
Cuz you know that we bout it

Written by:
Christopher Dobbins

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