🔊 YouTube Live Stream: http://aia.ag/Chill-Radio 🔊
🎧 Spotify Playlists: spotify.aia.ag/AIA_Spotify 🎧
💥Stream Here: https://fanlink.to/VNQ
-> Submit Music: aia.ag/Music-Submissions
-> Feature Our Music: E@ArtistIntelligence.Agency
-> Business / Licensing Inquires: licensing@artistintelligence.agency
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
➥ Follow AiA:
@aiapresents
https://facebook.com/aiagency
https://twitter.com/aiagency
https://instagram.com/aiagency
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[Intro]
(Yuh),
Money go then it come back,
Part time nigga make part time money.
(Shit! - yuh)
Pipe down, pipe up, whatever you wanna do,
Ardy!
Money go then it come back, nigga.
[Pre-Chorus]
I'ma go stuff me a bag - yuh. (yeah)
(uh!) Fill it with racks like i got infinite racks (oh my)
I got unlimited racks, bitch i got infinite racks (damn)
I got unlimited racks.
[Chorus]
(yuh, look)
I got my wrist on glass,
I got the plug if you ask,
throw that shit right in the bag,
I do not look at the tag,
I do not look at the tag,
why would i look at the tag?
I do not look at the tag,
why would i look at the tag?
[Verse 1]
Me and all of my niggas pull off in the Uber XL with your bitch,
freak - she got her hands in the Calvin's, she tryna just make the boy stiff.
She we want me to take her out like a gentleman or aristocrat,
after she say she was tired well I'm tryna get in the hoe like a fix a flat.
All my homie they pistol pack,
I call 'em my pistol pack;
(yuh) She look good in that thong (thong thong thong thong) that she might brain Cisco back.
She want my dick so bad - she got me bustin' off like a missle pad. (whoa!)
I got my wrist on glass - damn,
I'm in the vip if you ask,
If you ask where Im at they gone' point to the top like a disco dance.
Homie cookin' that white up no Crisco now,
His wrist go round.
Homie stick around with that stick around,
just in case shit go down.
[Pre-Chorus]
I'ma go stuff me a bag - yuh. (yeah)
(uh!) Fill it with racks like i got infinite racks (oh my)
I got unlimited racks, bitch i got infinite racks (damn)
I got unlimited racks.
[Chorus]
(yuh, look)
I got my wrist on glass,
I got the plug if you ask,
throw that shit right in the bag,
I do not look at the tag,
I do not look at the tag,
why would i look at the tag?
I do not look at the tag,
why would i look at the tag?
[Verse 2]
(yeah! look) Order order in the court,
you can get a corpse,
that's a number 4,
you can get it served - ordered to ya door,
I'll even bring a fork. Anything more?
I'ma be in Forbes,
sharper then a pin,
I been eating souls,
I been drinkin oil,
I can yoga flame - I can rap a storm,
I can simile,
I can metaphor. (yuh)
That bitch a groupy no group,
go biggie smalls for the loot,
crackin' your jaw for the loot,
leave my lil dog on her tooth,
She caught a glare off the glass,
that nigga stare and we spazz,
that askin me how much it cost,
I did not look at the tag!
[Outro/Final Chorus]
I got my wrist on glass,
I got the plug if you ask,
throw that shit right in the bag,
I do not look at the tag,
I do not look at the tag,
why would i look at the tag?
I do not look at the tag,
why would i look at the tag?
