CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dough & Damani
Lyrics from snippet
Yeah
Alchemist
Brr
You know?
Smokin' this motherf**kin' gas, n***a
On a PJ, n***a
Hahaha
Look, uh
Bust down on my b*t*h, I blew forty on it
I'm the don, copped the Dawn, threw the Forgi' on it
Shots ringin', Flee got two forties on him
Shootin' like it's the game winner, Robert Horry on 'em
Dolo everywhere, wearin' every necklace
Draco on the seat, b*t*h, I'm well protected
You wonder where I'm gettin' money, I'm sellin' records
I tell 'em I was simply playin' chess instead of checkers
Blue hundreds in a brown paper bag
Ridin' through the city in my new paper tag
I take the half and make you take the bag
I made a bag, threw baguettes on my wrist, look like the bracelet glass
Half a brick on the table, I know it ain't gon' last
So much fishscale, this sh*t lookin' like a plate of bass
I told the bros to wear your gloves and cover your face with masks
Not for COVID-19, 'cause you got H to bag
Them n***as hate, but it don't make us mad
I'm sittin' courtside watchin' the Lakers play the Mavs
I ain't doin' no verses, homie, we can't collab
Every pole got a beam, we playin' laser tag
Real sh*t, foreign assets and I ain't even in my bag yet
Look, we been gettin' money before the rap checks
Hit the Backwood twice, this a gas check
Never needed nothin' from a b*t*h but her address
Yes, 'cause she wanna f**k a rich n***a (Hahahaha, yeah)
Your b*t*h wanna f**k a rich n***a (That's my b*t*h now, n***a, yeah)
Yeah
Alchemist
Brr
You know?
Smokin' this motherf**kin' gas, n***a
On a PJ, n***a
Hahaha
Look, uh
Bust down on my b*t*h, I blew forty on it
I'm the don, copped the Dawn, threw the Forgi' on it
Shots ringin', Flee got two forties on him
Shootin' like it's the game winner, Robert Horry on 'em
Dolo everywhere, wearin' every necklace
Draco on the seat, b*t*h, I'm well protected
You wonder where I'm gettin' money, I'm sellin' records
I tell 'em I was simply playin' chess instead of checkers
Blue hundreds in a brown paper bag
Ridin' through the city in my new paper tag
I take the half and make you take the bag
I made a bag, threw baguettes on my wrist, look like the bracelet glass
Half a brick on the table, I know it ain't gon' last
So much fishscale, this sh*t lookin' like a plate of bass
I told the bros to wear your gloves and cover your face with masks
Not for COVID-19, 'cause you got H to bag
Them n***as hate, but it don't make us mad
I'm sittin' courtside watchin' the Lakers play the Mavs
I ain't doin' no verses, homie, we can't collab
Every pole got a beam, we playin' laser tag
Real sh*t, foreign assets and I ain't even in my bag yet
Look, we been gettin' money before the rap checks
Hit the Backwood twice, this a gas check
Never needed nothin' from a b*t*h but her address
Yes, 'cause she wanna f**k a rich n***a (Hahahaha, yeah)
Your b*t*h wanna f**k a rich n***a (That's my b*t*h now, n***a, yeah)
