Ca**ow - La Brea lyrics

[Bridge] Money on my mind with a bad ting with me Want me 'cause my paper but she not get the any Heard they coming for me hope my Glock don't jam If he talking bout some paper I might do the running man [Hook] Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever [Verse 1] I don't love her, I don't chase em I duck em Can't trust these hoes on the internet Man these b**hes is something Staying blunted, give these hoes no discussion Them coppers might try to shoot ya To dodge em you gotta duck em Four hundred on the dash They can't stop me, Troy Ave Bad woods full of guys Need cash, need cash Most shooters off season Know you hate me when I'm leaving Hood chick never seen sh** Girl this ride all scenic [Bridge] Money on my mind with a bad ting with me Want me 'cause my paper but she not get the any Heard they coming for me hope my Glock don't jam If he talking bout some paper I might do the running man [Hook] Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever Smoking on some good I feel better Your b**h is down for whatever [Verse 2] Young bull with the hits Advance money just to flip Know them boys couldn't hold me With the wrist, with the wrist I can't pick up when you call They must thinking I'm lit Girl I cannot pay your bills You must thinking I'm a trick In the game right now Got a name right now They just switch turned twelve I can't hang right now Foreign thang need a vision Got her turned off a liter Couldn't tell you how I met her Ever since I couldn't leave her [Bridge] Money on my mind with a bad ting with me Want me 'cause my paper but she not get the any Heard they coming for me hope my Glock don't jam If he talking bout some paper I might do the running man