Lyrics
Woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Project, Project, Project, Project, woo
Nigga, I'm fucked up 'bout my money
Fuck nigga play, I crack (Woo)
I was in Paris and went straight to London
I got a show for a bag (Show for a bag)
You get whatever you want from me, mami
I'm finna go get a bag (What up? What up?)
I'm havin' hoes, show clothes
I see why these fuck niggas mad (They mad)
Yeah, I can't be an opp and a zo
I ain't tryna cut nothing 'bout you, shawty
I talk to jail on the phone
I just had to whip up, made a G
I just went and dumped on my coat
Got diamonds, my wrist and they bleedin'
I walk out the house with a toe
Bitch, I do not play about my money
I order some ones, I'm 'bout to flood the whole Onyx
Carats in my ear, I'm gettin' chased by snow bunnies (Woo)
Stomach touch my back, when I was broke, it wasn't funny
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Bitch, don't touch my weed
You can't smoke my marijuana 'less you smack your knees
I'm gon' put them carats on your bitch, she wear VVs
I'm finna hit backshot, bitch, on your way here
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
She let me fuck for free
She usually charge for pussy, but I'm like, "Bae, it's me"
You dreamin' 'bout that bitch, she in my trap house on her knees
My teacher said I wouldn't be shit, now I'm on her TV (Yeah)
I live up to my name, my neck and wrist all got VVs (Ayy)
Stop cappin' in your raps, nigga, then
Your life, you talkin' 'bout me (Wow)
One call and that's on, take my MAC, whip, put more T (More T)
I go buy some boots and diamonds, go Kanye LV (Wow)
Nigga, I'm fucked up 'bout my money
Fuck nigga play, I crack (I crack)
I was in Paris and went straight to London
I got a show for a bag (Show for a bag)
You get whatever you want from me, mami
I'm finna go get a bag (What up? What up?)
I'm havin' hoes, show clothes
I see why these fuck niggas mad (They mad)
Yeah, I can't be an opp and a zo
I ain't tryna cut nothing 'bout you, shawty
I talk to jail on the phone
I just had to whip up, made a G
I just went and dumped on my coat
Got diamonds, my wrist and they bleedin'
I walk out the house with a toe
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Bitch, don't touch my weed
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Bitch, don't touch my weed
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Bitch, don't touch my weed
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Bitch, don't touch my weed (Don't touch my weed)
You can't smoke my marijuana 'less you smack your knees
I'm gon' put them carats on your bitch, she wear VVs
I'm finna hit backshot, bitch, on your way here
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Project, Project, Project, Project, woo
Nigga, I'm fucked up 'bout my money
Fuck nigga play, I crack (Woo)
I was in Paris and went straight to London
I got a show for a bag (Show for a bag)
You get whatever you want from me, mami
I'm finna go get a bag (What up? What up?)
I'm havin' hoes, show clothes
I see why these fuck niggas mad (They mad)
Yeah, I can't be an opp and a zo
I ain't tryna cut nothing 'bout you, shawty
I talk to jail on the phone
I just had to whip up, made a G
I just went and dumped on my coat
Got diamonds, my wrist and they bleedin'
I walk out the house with a toe
Bitch, I do not play about my money
I order some ones, I'm 'bout to flood the whole Onyx
Carats in my ear, I'm gettin' chased by snow bunnies (Woo)
Stomach touch my back, when I was broke, it wasn't funny
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Bitch, don't touch my weed
You can't smoke my marijuana 'less you smack your knees
I'm gon' put them carats on your bitch, she wear VVs
I'm finna hit backshot, bitch, on your way here
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
She let me fuck for free
She usually charge for pussy, but I'm like, "Bae, it's me"
You dreamin' 'bout that bitch, she in my trap house on her knees
My teacher said I wouldn't be shit, now I'm on her TV (Yeah)
I live up to my name, my neck and wrist all got VVs (Ayy)
Stop cappin' in your raps, nigga, then
Your life, you talkin' 'bout me (Wow)
One call and that's on, take my MAC, whip, put more T (More T)
I go buy some boots and diamonds, go Kanye LV (Wow)
Nigga, I'm fucked up 'bout my money
Fuck nigga play, I crack (I crack)
I was in Paris and went straight to London
I got a show for a bag (Show for a bag)
You get whatever you want from me, mami
I'm finna go get a bag (What up? What up?)
I'm havin' hoes, show clothes
I see why these fuck niggas mad (They mad)
Yeah, I can't be an opp and a zo
I ain't tryna cut nothing 'bout you, shawty
I talk to jail on the phone
I just had to whip up, made a G
I just went and dumped on my coat
Got diamonds, my wrist and they bleedin'
I walk out the house with a toe
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Bitch, don't touch my weed
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Bitch, don't touch my weed
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Bitch, don't touch my weed
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Bitch, don't touch my weed (Don't touch my weed)
You can't smoke my marijuana 'less you smack your knees
I'm gon' put them carats on your bitch, she wear VVs
I'm finna hit backshot, bitch, on your way here
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na