OH WELL! REMIX - Remix
I count money right
I count my money right
I got my mind right
Yeah, pockets look alright
Yeah, my car right
Zanny what the fuck (Yeah)
Clibbo, you're crazy for this one
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (On god)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
She love molly, she can't help it (Help, hey)
Hella money, I'm so selfish (Yeah, yeah)
Dodgin' cops, watchin' out for opps, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Dodgin' cops, watchin' out for opps, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Dodgin' cops, watchin' out for opps, yeah, yeah
Dodgin' cops, watchin' out for opps, yeah, yeah
Take a trip, uh, down my block, yeah, yeah
Got his bitch grabbin' on my cock, yeah, yeah
I'll pull up on your block with a glock yeah, yeah
I'm a fuckin' fiend smoking on that posh yeah, yeah
I got so many fuck niggas think the tough
Like boy you better sit down you be talking all that bluff yeah, yeah (Oh, no)
Boy I'm headed to the top (Top)
I don't need no friends nigga all these niggas opps
Doing my woo dance rest in peace that nigga Pop
Boy I'm glad I left that bitch cause that bitch was a bop (Oh, yeah)
Now tell me one thing nigga (Yeah) you think you runnin' shit (What)
You stay internet beefin' but won't throw no fists (You won't)
I made him cry cause that nigga I just fucked his bitch (I did)
And after that I kicked her out after she sucked my dick
I might go to his block with a chop yeah, yeah
Got a couple fiends grabbing on that rock yeah, yeah
I got a couple haters lessons gon' be taught
I'm grabbin' on my glock I gotta hit them like a cop yeah, yeah
You could never trust a thot
All these hoes be talkin' up on twitter getting blocked
They gon' call me chef the way I'm whippin' in the pot
I just copped a store I do not care how much it cost
Yeah never got nothing free yeah
I just got an english baby took her out to tea yeah
I done got the bag now she be beggin' on her knees yeah
I done left the west I need a baby from the east yeah
Oh well aye Gucci on the belt uh
That girl is a dirty, dirty smell like taco bell
I'm just tryna get the cash I don't care how you feel
He be tryna get the cash he swipin' on the dell, oh well
Hey, she like molly, she can't help it
Oh my gosh
Zanny what the fuck man that is crazy
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I count my money right
I got my mind right
Yeah, pockets look alright
Yeah, my car right
Zanny what the fuck (Yeah)
Clibbo, you're crazy for this one
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (On god)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
She love molly, she can't help it (Help, hey)
Hella money, I'm so selfish (Yeah, yeah)
Dodgin' cops, watchin' out for opps, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Dodgin' cops, watchin' out for opps, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Dodgin' cops, watchin' out for opps, yeah, yeah
Dodgin' cops, watchin' out for opps, yeah, yeah
Take a trip, uh, down my block, yeah, yeah
Got his bitch grabbin' on my cock, yeah, yeah
I'll pull up on your block with a glock yeah, yeah
I'm a fuckin' fiend smoking on that posh yeah, yeah
I got so many fuck niggas think the tough
Like boy you better sit down you be talking all that bluff yeah, yeah (Oh, no)
Boy I'm headed to the top (Top)
I don't need no friends nigga all these niggas opps
Doing my woo dance rest in peace that nigga Pop
Boy I'm glad I left that bitch cause that bitch was a bop (Oh, yeah)
Now tell me one thing nigga (Yeah) you think you runnin' shit (What)
You stay internet beefin' but won't throw no fists (You won't)
I made him cry cause that nigga I just fucked his bitch (I did)
And after that I kicked her out after she sucked my dick
I might go to his block with a chop yeah, yeah
Got a couple fiends grabbing on that rock yeah, yeah
I got a couple haters lessons gon' be taught
I'm grabbin' on my glock I gotta hit them like a cop yeah, yeah
You could never trust a thot
All these hoes be talkin' up on twitter getting blocked
They gon' call me chef the way I'm whippin' in the pot
I just copped a store I do not care how much it cost
Yeah never got nothing free yeah
I just got an english baby took her out to tea yeah
I done got the bag now she be beggin' on her knees yeah
I done left the west I need a baby from the east yeah
Oh well aye Gucci on the belt uh
That girl is a dirty, dirty smell like taco bell
I'm just tryna get the cash I don't care how you feel
He be tryna get the cash he swipin' on the dell, oh well
Hey, she like molly, she can't help it
Oh my gosh
Zanny what the fuck man that is crazy
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Francisco Segura
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