Lyrics
Yea
Yea yea yea yea
Riding round in my hotbox
Windows up music banging in my drop top
I'm tryna get to the money and you just cock block
Cause you ain't ever outside when the block hot
Yea you know we
Riding round in my hotbox
Windows up music banging in my drop top
I'm tryna get to the money and you cock block
Cause you ain't ever outside when the block hot
You ain't outside when the block hot
I fuck yo bitch she a thot thot
I do shit you woulda thought thought
I get money round the clock clock
Only coming to your city if it's for the racks
We get it up front and you never get it back
Yeaaa I could fuck but I can't get attached
I was in relationship I just got outta that
Yea the money bring the problems
I'm just happy I could solve em no problem
My homie cut ya fucking head for ya he a barber
They be like where's Waldo but I'm like where's Maldo
Balling like I'm Kobe or Dwayne
Yea yo bitty know me she like chilling in the shade
Chilling in my shirt and she chilling in my j's
Sliding from 8 to the 6 everyday
Yea yea yea yea
Riding round in my hotbox
Windows up music banging in my drop top
I'm tryna get to the money and you just cock block
Cause you ain't ever outside when the block hot
Yea you know we
Riding round in my hotbox
Windows up music banging in my drop top
I'm tryna get to the money and you cock block
Cause you ain't ever outside when the block hot
WRITERS
Rubz, Jeremy Rubenstein
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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Top Emotion
Anger
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Theme
Sexual
