Lyrics
Countin’ on my drip
She said it’s a lot
Said she can’t believe that I made it to the top
She wan’ gimme top
But she never get the rock
Said she wanna shop
Damn, she want a lot
Girl you look so bad, yuh
You just want the bag, yuh
Louie when I smash, yuh
You can’t kill my time, yuh
‘Rari racin’ line, yuh
She gon’ love my eyes, yuh
Fuckin’ on her mind, yuh
Fuckin’ on her mind, yuh
Ooh
Comin’ through and I’m gettin’ paid
Here for the bread, I’m here for bake
Shorty gassed, tell her hit the break
Swerve the lane, lookin’ out for Jake
Fast overpass, uh
Gettin’ to the cash, uh
Headed to the bank, so you know that I’ma laugh, uh
Blue band, figure fo’, yuh
Loose end, paranoia
VV supernova
VV supernova
I’m in LA coast
Call me Mobe Bryant how I’m ballin’ in the post
Bitches from the past, now they callin’, yea I’m Ghost
I’ma do the dash when I’m ridin’ in the
When I’m ridin’ in the Ghost
Countin’ on my drip
She said it’s a lot
Said she can’t believe that I made it to the top
She wan’ gimme top
But she never get the rock
Said she wanna shop
Damn, she want a lot
Ooh
Comin’ through and I’m gettin’ paid
Here for the bread, I’m here for bake
Shorty gassed, tell her hit the break
Swerve the lane, lookin’ out for Jake
WRITERS
Mohammed Diallo
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