Turbo - What Money About lyrics

[Hook: Shad da God] Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo Chrome stick like golf clubs All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft Part pack takin off, party pack got the b**h goin off Everybody lock jaw, all my n***as from the street layin' low They heard the AMG exhaust Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss I would never trust the b**h I refuse to take a motherf**in' loss She ain't even see me geeked I refuse to take them cars exhaust [Verse 1] I got that bag on me always I use to serve in them hallways Posted with n***as with long K's Keep my some n***as that gone spray Went from a deuce to a four a day Pour a four of act inside a Fanta Grape Oh girl I can't resist I love the taste Got me flexin' bankrolls in these b**hes face Got them f**in in second switchin place Top shotta, its time to celebrate Its inside but we gettin hella cake Money get tall just watch the sh** elevate Broke n***as hell yeah they I'mma get what these n***as never ever make In the trap without a trap I'm forever straight LG doin a hundred on the interstate [Hook: Shad da God] Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo Chrome stick like golf clubs All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft Part pack takin off, party pack got the b**h goin off Everybody lock jaw, all my n***as from the street layin' low They heard the AMG exhaust Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss I would never trust the b**h I refuse to take a motherf**in' loss She ain't even see me geeked I refuse to take them cars exhaust [Verse 2] I was trappin out a loft Tried to cross me, I'm boss [Hook: Shad da God] Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo Chrome stick like golf clubs All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft Part pack takin off, party pack got the b**h goin off Everybody lock jaw, all my n***as from the street layin' low They heard the AMG exhaust Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss I would never trust the b**h I refuse to take a motherf**in' loss She ain't even see me geeked I refuse to take them cars exhaust [Verse 3] [Hook: Shad da God] Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo Chrome stick like golf clubs All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft Part pack takin off, party pack got the b**h goin off Everybody lock jaw, all my n***as from the street layin' low They heard the AMG exhaust Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss I would never trust the b**h I refuse to take a motherf**in' loss She ain't even see me geeked I refuse to take them cars exhaust