(Come on, Come on)
(Come on, Come on)
(Come on, Come on)
(Come on, Come on)
(Come on, Come on)
(Come on, Come on)
(Come on, Come on)
Let's go
Let's go
Let's connect the dots
Let's tie up the rope
Let's count up a bag
And count up the dough
Yeah Yeah
Let's count up a bag
Let's count up some more
Yeah Yeah
Let's rock out rock out rock out a show
Yeah Yeah
You know we outside you already know
I'm hitting her up
Yeah Yeah
I'm hitting the club
Yeah Yeah
I'm f**g this bad lil hoe
Yeah hit her one time now she ready to go
Yeah I used to smoke Za out the eight
Now I smoke Za in The O
(Yeah Yeah)
Yeah Yeah
My b**h so bad you know I had to double it
Yeah I love her cause she keep me company
She want a sip so I'm pouring up bubbly
And you know that money just come to me
She want to f**k I just want her to suck on me
I remember that b**h she was dubbing me
Ran up a check now she said she in love with me
(Let's go Let's go)
Gen 5 Glock 19 and you know it's a rocket
Drop that Cashapp it lead to a body
Yeah that b**h hate me cause I'm so cocky
I'm going straight to the top I ain't stopping
She love my aesthetic she ask where I'm shopping
Got rich off my voice no this shit ain't a hobby
Drop a X in my Quagan you know I stay nodding
She wanna f**k so I told her pull up and my plug at the crib once a month
You know these niggas be hating but that shit don't phase me
I gotta invest in a gun
I used to smoke in the basement now I just geek up in the hills
Swear I could touch the sun
He try to charge for a placement I'm taking that n**a tag off and I'm running it up
Let's go
Let's connect the dots
Let's tie up the rope
Let's count up a bag
And count up the dough
Yeah Yeah
Let's count up a bag
Let's count up some more
Yeah Yeah
Let's rock out rock out a show
Yeah Yeah
You know we outside you already know
I'm hitting her up
Yeah Yeah
I'm hitting the club
Yeah Yeah
I'm f**g this bad lil hoe
Hit her one time now she ready to go
Yeah I used to smoke Za out the eight
Now I smoke Za in The O
