Lyrics
Yeah
O-W-A-Y, SL, you dig?
Woo, woo
O-Way
O-Way
O-Way
Yeah, let's go
Yeah, we gettin' too rich (Gettin' too rich)
I told my bitch (I told my bitch)
To come get hit (To come get hit)
We totin' the switch (Totin' the switch)
We livin' the myth (We livin' the myth)
We jump in the crowd (Jump in the crowd)
We don't turn down (No, no)
Got sticks in the trunk (Sticks in the trunk)
We havin' that stuff (Havin' that stuff)
You say that you rich (Say that you rich)
Then act like you not (Act like you not)
I put Chanel on my bitch (Chanel on my)
And play about her (And play about her)
We jump in the crowd (Jump in the)
O-Way, they came up with us (They came up with us)
The fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)
I'm runnin' it up (I'm runnin' it up)
You straight to your mama house (Straight to your mama house)
I'm runnin' it up (I'm runnin' it up)
I put it all at the Waffle House (At the Waffle House)
I don't give a fuck (Ooh)
I don't give a damn (Ooh)
I'm finna hop in the crowd (Crowd)
I put real niggas back in style
Say Simon said (Simon said)
That her hundreds are taller than legs (Slatt, slatt)
You know how to play it (You know how to play it)
Told 'em shoot at your head 'til you're dead (Until you're dead)
You know when you hit him (You did)
He drop to the motherfuckin' ground (Yeah)
Nigga, how 'bout a scat pack and chase his fuck ass down? (Down)
It's all for my blunt (My blunt)
I seen ghosts in my smoke, bitch (Ghosts in my smoke, bitch)
It's the top of the month (Top of the month)
I count money like I smoke bricks (I count money like I smoke bricks)
Champion rings on my niggas
We gettin' way bigger, we cross new O's, bitch (O-Way)
This is Tom Brady, Thugger the coach, bitch (Slatt)
Like I pick my nose, boogers on my wrist, bitch (On my wrist, slatt)
I love all my hoes, I can't do commitment (All my hoes, slatt)
Let's go
Ayy, fuck her, that ho is a scam (Scam)
A year ago, I was just broke
Now I'm in Switzerland eatin' on lamb
Yeah, O-Way, let's go, let's get it
We kill 'em, we wax 'em (Wax 'em)
Get low, it's litty (O-Way)
We load up, we hit the low, we wet it
Then go to the next one, listen
I got money on his head, you can't say he lil' one
Money on his back, treat it like a pillow
Fuck what OG said, icin' out my niggas
I'm doin' it backwards, buyin' chains for the killers
He playin' with my bitch, so yes, I gotta get him
I threw him off the top row, then my brother split him
I'm talkin' to my Virgil in the backyard
He tellin' me to kill these pussy boys again
Chokin' all my hoes 'cause they know Hunter Man
Don Kumon and shit, bitch, start that fuckin' plan
Have you ever spent day hood in a slow-ass sedan?
Pull up, get a bonus 'cause you still got your mans
Hundred bricks on me, I don't know just what I'm doin'
I can't call Big Spider 'cause he know how to do it fluently
I got oranges on my tree, I told her pull it
Yeah, the bitch ain't got no class, call Truancy
We gettin' milli', bottles, flow
Put cash on it and my ho
And my bro and my lil' one
Got lil' shawty a new bag, crocodile, bitter
One-nine, ooh (Ooh)
Goin' down (Goin' down)
Her throat (Her throat)
This ho a clown (A clown)
I am not a joke (A joke)
Ooh, skrrt (Ooh, skrrt)
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt (Ooh, skrrt)
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt (Ooh, skrrt)
Ooh, skrrt (Ooh, skrrt)
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt (Ooh, skrrt)
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt (Ooh, skrrt)
He a fuck
We gettin' too rich
I done popped on a bitch
Bought a whole lil' bagette
Gotta throw in that net
When I pull in the 'Vette
Kill the ho like a vet
I ain't givin' a shit
I like it, I'm poppin', it's poppin', yeah, yeah
This bitch look badder than Rihanna, yeah
My neck turn white gold, but my bitch come red
I mack my ho, turn, I can't claim no bitch
I'm next, I told you
Your neck is bogus
The bitch, she gone
The ho, I rolled
One-nine, ooh
Goin' down
Her throat
This ho a clown
I am not a joke
Ooh, skrrt
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt
Ooh, skrrt
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt
He a fuck
O-W-A-Y, SL, you dig?
Woo, woo
O-Way
O-Way
O-Way
Yeah, let's go
Yeah, we gettin' too rich (Gettin' too rich)
I told my bitch (I told my bitch)
To come get hit (To come get hit)
We totin' the switch (Totin' the switch)
We livin' the myth (We livin' the myth)
We jump in the crowd (Jump in the crowd)
We don't turn down (No, no)
Got sticks in the trunk (Sticks in the trunk)
We havin' that stuff (Havin' that stuff)
You say that you rich (Say that you rich)
Then act like you not (Act like you not)
I put Chanel on my bitch (Chanel on my)
And play about her (And play about her)
We jump in the crowd (Jump in the)
O-Way, they came up with us (They came up with us)
The fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)
I'm runnin' it up (I'm runnin' it up)
You straight to your mama house (Straight to your mama house)
I'm runnin' it up (I'm runnin' it up)
I put it all at the Waffle House (At the Waffle House)
I don't give a fuck (Ooh)
I don't give a damn (Ooh)
I'm finna hop in the crowd (Crowd)
I put real niggas back in style
Say Simon said (Simon said)
That her hundreds are taller than legs (Slatt, slatt)
You know how to play it (You know how to play it)
Told 'em shoot at your head 'til you're dead (Until you're dead)
You know when you hit him (You did)
He drop to the motherfuckin' ground (Yeah)
Nigga, how 'bout a scat pack and chase his fuck ass down? (Down)
It's all for my blunt (My blunt)
I seen ghosts in my smoke, bitch (Ghosts in my smoke, bitch)
It's the top of the month (Top of the month)
I count money like I smoke bricks (I count money like I smoke bricks)
Champion rings on my niggas
We gettin' way bigger, we cross new O's, bitch (O-Way)
This is Tom Brady, Thugger the coach, bitch (Slatt)
Like I pick my nose, boogers on my wrist, bitch (On my wrist, slatt)
I love all my hoes, I can't do commitment (All my hoes, slatt)
Let's go
Ayy, fuck her, that ho is a scam (Scam)
A year ago, I was just broke
Now I'm in Switzerland eatin' on lamb
Yeah, O-Way, let's go, let's get it
We kill 'em, we wax 'em (Wax 'em)
Get low, it's litty (O-Way)
We load up, we hit the low, we wet it
Then go to the next one, listen
I got money on his head, you can't say he lil' one
Money on his back, treat it like a pillow
Fuck what OG said, icin' out my niggas
I'm doin' it backwards, buyin' chains for the killers
He playin' with my bitch, so yes, I gotta get him
I threw him off the top row, then my brother split him
I'm talkin' to my Virgil in the backyard
He tellin' me to kill these pussy boys again
Chokin' all my hoes 'cause they know Hunter Man
Don Kumon and shit, bitch, start that fuckin' plan
Have you ever spent day hood in a slow-ass sedan?
Pull up, get a bonus 'cause you still got your mans
Hundred bricks on me, I don't know just what I'm doin'
I can't call Big Spider 'cause he know how to do it fluently
I got oranges on my tree, I told her pull it
Yeah, the bitch ain't got no class, call Truancy
We gettin' milli', bottles, flow
Put cash on it and my ho
And my bro and my lil' one
Got lil' shawty a new bag, crocodile, bitter
One-nine, ooh (Ooh)
Goin' down (Goin' down)
Her throat (Her throat)
This ho a clown (A clown)
I am not a joke (A joke)
Ooh, skrrt (Ooh, skrrt)
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt (Ooh, skrrt)
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt (Ooh, skrrt)
Ooh, skrrt (Ooh, skrrt)
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt (Ooh, skrrt)
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt (Ooh, skrrt)
He a fuck
We gettin' too rich
I done popped on a bitch
Bought a whole lil' bagette
Gotta throw in that net
When I pull in the 'Vette
Kill the ho like a vet
I ain't givin' a shit
I like it, I'm poppin', it's poppin', yeah, yeah
This bitch look badder than Rihanna, yeah
My neck turn white gold, but my bitch come red
I mack my ho, turn, I can't claim no bitch
I'm next, I told you
Your neck is bogus
The bitch, she gone
The ho, I rolled
One-nine, ooh
Goin' down
Her throat
This ho a clown
I am not a joke
Ooh, skrrt
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt
Ooh, skrrt
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt
Uh-huh, ooh, skrrt
He a fuck