She ready, ayy
She ready, she feelin' me up, ayy
This chopper, ayy, ayy
She ready, she feelin’ me up
Gang put me on
Ayy, hey, hey
[Chorus]
She ready, she feelin' me up
This chopper is bustin' you up
Niggas keep pressin’ they luck
Gotta shake these haters off me (Yeah), off me (Yeah)
I be gettin' paper all day, all week
Gotta shake these haters off me (Yeah), off me (Yeah)
I be gettin' paper all day, all week
[Verse 1]
Run, run up them digits
Big gun came with extensions
AR shoot at your fitted
My car, windows is tinted
Passenger seat, your bitch is in it
It ain't a lease and it is not rented (Uh)
Fuckin' with me, you know you gon' get it
I come out the streets, you know that I'm with it
I'm bool with drug dealers, gorillas and killers
I’m stackin’ that money 'til I got a million
Niggas my sons, you niggas is children
Niggas is plottin’, I got a feeling
Say you want smoke but I'm finna kill it
Apply the pressure, yeah, make 'em feel it
Shoot this shit up and don't leave a witness
[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
[Chorus]
She ready, she feelin’ me up
This chopper is bustin' you up
Niggas keep pressin' they luck
Gotta shake these haters off me (Yeah), off me (Yeah)
I be gettin' paper all day, all week
Gotta shake these haters off me (Yeah), off me (Yeah)
I be gettin' paper all day, all week (Uh)
[Verse 2]
She hot and ready to go
I'm movin' slow, I just poured a four
I got a bad bitch on go
Yeah, she in love with the bankroll
Yeah, she gon' do what I say so
Yeah, I'm doin' the best that I can
I said I wasn't drinkin' again, uh
Stack up the money
I think I see 12, yeah, I gotta go
I've been through hell but I can't fold
I get this feelin' I don't know, yeah
With the gang outside, uh
Tryna take an opp's soul, yeah
You ain't real, you lied
Niggas jokes, niggas broke
[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
[Chorus]
She ready, she feelin' me up
This chopper is bustin' you up
Niggas keep pressin' they luck
Gotta shake these haters off me (Yeah), off me (Yeah)
I be gettin' paper all day, all week
Gotta shake these haters off me (Yeah), off me (Yeah)
I be gettin' paper all day, all week
[Intro] She ready, ayy She ready, she feelin' me up, ayy This chopper, ayy, ayy She ready, she feelin’ me up Gang put me on Ayy, hey, hey [Chorus] She ready, she feelin' me up This chopper is bustin' you up Niggas keep pressin’ they luck Gotta shake these haters off me (Yeah), off me (Yeah) I be gettin' paper all day, all week Gotta shake these haters off me (Yeah), off me (Yeah) I be gettin' paper all day, all week [Verse 1] Run, run up them digits Big gun came with extensions AR shoot at your fitted My car, windows is tinted Passenger seat, your bitch is in it It ain't a lease and it is not rented (Uh) Fuckin' with me, you know you gon' get it I come out the streets, you know that I'm with it I'm bool with drug dealers, gorillas and killers I’m stackin’ that money 'til I got a million Niggas my sons, you niggas is children Niggas is plottin’, I got a feeling Say you want smoke but I'm finna kill it Apply the pressure, yeah, make 'em feel it Shoot this shit up and don't leave a witness [Pre-Chorus] Uh, uh Uh, uh [Chorus] She ready, she feelin’ me up This chopper is bustin' you up Niggas keep pressin' they luck Gotta shake these haters off me (Yeah), off me (Yeah) I be gettin' paper all day, all week Gotta shake these haters off me (Yeah), off me (Yeah) I be gettin' paper all day, all week (Uh) [Verse 2] She hot and ready to go I'm movin' slow, I just poured a four I got a bad bitch on go Yeah, she in love with the bankroll Yeah, she gon' do what I say so Yeah, I'm doin' the best that I can I said I wasn't drinkin' again, uh Stack up the money I think I see 12, yeah, I gotta go I've been through hell but I can't fold I get this feelin' I don't know, yeah With the gang outside, uh Tryna take an opp's soul, yeah You ain't real, you lied Niggas jokes, niggas broke [Pre-Chorus] Uh, uh Uh, uh [Chorus] She ready, she feelin' me up This chopper is bustin' you up Niggas keep pressin' they luck Gotta shake these haters off me (Yeah), off me (Yeah) I be gettin' paper all day, all week Gotta shake these haters off me (Yeah), off me (Yeah) I be gettin' paper all day, all week Explain Request ×
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