prod. necu

Lyrics: 

Like uno dos tres, hit the lotto
Extended mag, full auto
Ice on my neck, im chasing a check
Making my way, im repping a set
I got one bitch in my bedroom 
Another one in my rear view
You smell great in your perfume
Dj up, yeah that’s our tunes

Okay
I’m here to relax
Need to see clear, cataract
I can see her, ass so fat
Need her for me, she so bad
I’m only here for money (money)
Bad bitch my honey (honey)
I tell a joke shit funny (funny)
I got percs in my tummy (tummy)

Choppa make him dance like we in a mariachi
Look at my fit and it’s all versacci 
Hit a sharingan like my name kakashi
Cook a bitches ass like i cook hibachi
Damn
It’s all part the plan 
I got 4 5 thots in the back of my van
All these thotties want my love but i don’t think i can
I got 4 5 thots and they all from japan

Wait hold up bitch, is that yo mans 
Catch me outside, I be wearing black vans
Better get low, I got a band on yo head 
Cause I want that boy dead 
He don’t want the smoke, so he calling the feds
And I’m loading my chop cause I’m tryna see red
All I’m chasing the bag is the money and bread 
All these bitches is fake only care when you dead 

Like uno dos tres, hit the lotto
Extended mag, full auto
Ice on my neck, im chasing a check
Making my way, im repping a set
I got one bitch in my bedroom 
Another one in my rear view
You smell great in your perfume
Dj up, yeah that’s our tunes

Like uno dos tres, hit the lotto
Extended mag, full auto
Ice on my neck, im chasing a check
Making my way, im repping a set
I got one bitch in my bedroom 
Another one in my rear view
You smell great in your perfume
Dj up, yeah that’s our tunes

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